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For close to an entire day, Jern had been hiking across the hilly highlands of central Snjórland, hauling a heavy rucksack over one strapping shoulder and a sheathed broadsword on the other all while clad from her neck to her feet in weighty metal mail; the crop of fiery, orange hair crowning her cranium being the most striking colour between the grey sky and dull grass in that vast, vacant landscape where she felt as though she was the only living soul for miles around. Indeed, the princess had yet to cross a single person since deliberately diverting off the trodden trail en route to her next ill-defined destination in an effort to shake off the pursuers sent by her father to retrieve her after departing from the kingdom’s capital without his leave, though the only problem now was that she was unable to find her way back! And knowing not when she would happen upon a village, a town or even a farmstead did not help her anxieties as her surroundings steadily darkened with the day’s wane…

Although an athletic young lady in her late teens, even Jern found lugging her burdens across the rolling terrain for such a prolonged period of time to tax her tolerance to its utmost, cursing herself for not hiring a page to take on the task in her stead when she had the opportunity – although a map and compass would perhaps have been the wiser investment in the long term – and just when she thought circumstances could not become any more unideal, the heavens burst open without warning and the warrior woman was deluged in a severe downpour. The princess briefly halted in place in total disbelief over her lack of luck, exhaling a loaded sigh as she was unable to think of a swear sufficient enough to convey her rising exasperations before trudging on, persisting through the materialising mud in the encroaching twilight.

The gods seemed to grant the red-haired girl some small mercy however, as Jern soon stumbled upon a dense grove she did not think twice about making her shelter for the approaching night, finding the verdant canopy to alleviate much of the torrent once she was amongst the tightly-packed tree trunks searching for and soon discovering a relatively level gap mostly unreached by the rain that was also wide enough for her to reasonably rest in. The unpretentious princess set her bag and her blade down before wasting no time gathering a bundle of fallen branches to stoke a fire with just in time for darkness to finally descend over the hills, doubling to keep her warm in the chilled air and to stave off any curious wolves or bears that might otherwise stray too close while she slept.

Jern then proceeded to laboriously unfasten and doff every article of armour on her person, setting each piece aside till she was left standing in her skivvies – consisting of a snug vest and a plain pair of briefs both an unappealing shade of beige – before practising a series of stretches in both her sturdy arms and robust legs to untense her aching muscles. Afterwards, she plummeted into a sit between two gnarling roots with her back resting against a nearby bole, closing her eyes as made another sigh, this one of relief now that she had a chance to relax for the first time since waking up that morning before tugging her wet woollen socks off her feet to let her sore, damp soles breathe a little while drying them against the fire.

Jern certainly did not find camping out in the open as she was to be a tiresome experience, though she surmised she would have perhaps enjoyed it a lot more had she actually planned on doing so, and in more ideal weather, but as things stood how they were, there was little she could do to improve her predicament for the time being and decided she might as well make the most of things, limited though they may be. As she lolled, the redhead listened to the soft crackling of kindling combined with the gentle pattering of rain against the leaves above, and after admiring the soothing ambience, she whittled a twig retrieved from the thicket floor with a spare dagger she carried until it ended in a sharpened point, then reaching into her luggage, she pulled out a hunk of raw venison wrapped in hide – both harvested from the same deer she had bagged earlier that day – cut it into finer strips before sticking several onto the stick and holding it over the fire to start cooking them…veeery slowly.

Patience was not a virtue Snjórland’s crown-princess had been blessed with in abundance, and it did not take long before the redhead grew restless waiting for her supper to ready, bouncing her knee as she took her last swig of clean water from a skin wishing it was ale when she suddenly remembered something she had picked up just before departing the last hamlet she had stayed in using extra funds earned from wagering on herself in an arm wrestling competition held at its pub the previous evening. A lecherous smirk besmirched her bonny face as she dug her makeshift skewer into the ground at a slant to let her meat hover over the rising heat before rummaging around in her pack once more until she found what she sought: the most recent issue of ‘Studs Triweekly’ (the kingdom’s number one magazine amongst women in terms of pure sales). muğla escort Jern licked her smiling lips just from looking at the sultry cover depicting a duo of scantily-clad male hoplites, having been looking forward to flipping through it all day as she made herself as comfortable as she could before beginning her perusal.

Within the matter of just a few pages, Jern had already started indulging in the pastime that was enjoyed by near-all whether they were princess or peasant: her right hand was firmly lodged within her underwear with legs apart as her fingers fiddled around her vulva whilst the other held the periodical open to admire the lifelike illustrations of beautiful men the publication was best known for, each one spicier than the last. However, while she was fixating on a full-body portrait of a handsome bald-headed, dark-skinned pugilist from the southern continent with abdominals that rivalled her own, Jern heard a sharp snapping of a branch from somewhere nearby…a little too nearby for her liking. The suddenness of the sound in the otherwise silent copse brought the young woman out of her fancy and into full alertness in an instant, taking her eyes off the magazine as she scanned the immediate vicinity as far as the radiance of her campfire reached.

She saw nothing out of the ordinary, but Jern did not wish to risk being caught unawares by what could have very well been a robber or a rapist drawn in by the flame’s illumination, She tossed the magazine aside and withdrew her slightly sticky digits from out of her briefs before nabbing her sword lying nearby with the same hand, unsheathing it as she stood up and readied herself into a defensive stance for anything that may spring at her from the shadows.

“Who goes there?” She called out after a few seconds of inactivity but was met with no answer, making the warrior all the more wary. Uncertain from which direction the crack had come from, she strained her sight and scrutinised her surroundings – behind herself included – but was unable to spot even the faintest indication of movement anywhere amongst the gloom. “Show your face, you coward!” She hollered again out of agitation, but still no response, but just as the she lowered her sword and her guard believing the noise might have merely been caused by a passing badger or the like, Jern was descended upon from above by an assailant hiding in the foliage of the very tree she was just masturbating beneath without a second sound of warning, and was dragged to the dirt beneath their weight!

Jern only had time to react with a gasp when she hit the ground with a hefty thud, her sword dropping from her slackened grip upon impact, though this discouraged the princess little as she hardly hesitated in pulling the unknown aggressor into a tussle, unwilling to let herself be bested without putting up any resistance. In the chaos of this upclose struggle, Jern was unable to clearly identify her attacker, but whoever they may have been, they fought in a manner akin to a wild animal: scratching the princess’s skin in several spots with keen claws at the end their fingers, and even biting into her shoulder – dangerously close to her neck – more than once with pointed fangs. Jern winced from the pain, clenching her teeth and snorting from her nose, but refusing to give her foe the satisfaction of hearing her scream as they grappled.

The princess’ lack of feral features put her at a serious disadvantage compared to her adversary while they vied, though she was nevertheless successful in delivering some solid punches to their face and knees to their stomach while they tumbled across the grass, enough for her opponent to eventually slacken their grapple for Jern to break herself free from, rolling away from her enemy before hopping back onto her feet – her vest now torn through in various places – and finally getting a clear view at who had dared assault her: humanoid though he was in overall shape, human he definitely was not, as Jern had presumed from the terrible talons she had just been on the receiving end of.

The first unusual aspect of the assaulter to catch Jern’s notice was his skin: grey and rugged not unlike granite, with the second – and most prominent – being a pair of leathery, semi-translucent membranes extending from either of his shoulders; burning orange in contrast to the rest of his muted pigmentation with veins visibly criss-crossing through the film of flesh and each fold segmented by long tubes of bone – overall resembling the wings of a bat. Thirdly, the symmetrical set of four enamel horns curving upwards in crescent-moon shapes from his prominent brow and glinting faintly in the firelight – the two inner prongs being about half the size of the outer pair – led Jern to deduce that standing before her was a member of the nocturnal non-human race known as gargoyles, although this was the first time she had ever directly confronted such a creature.

Until now, Jern had only ever read descriptions of gargoyles detailed in the journals of adventurers past, though such accounts hardly did justice the sense of intimidation the typically intrepid ordu escort swordswoman felt facing one down, especially when she was unarmed and outfitted in naught but her underwear! His amber eyes glowed with a predatory glare in contrast to the strong shadows cast across his grinning countenance, flashing a full set of pearly, carnivorous cuspids marred with smears of the princess’ own freshly drawn blood as an eerily extensive, similarly scarlet tongue dangled mockingly all the way to his chin while a lengthy, tapering tail swished slowly in smooth figure eight motions behind. In terms of pure outward characteristics, gargoyles were regarded by many to be the closest thing to daemons residing on this mortal plane.

His menacing air was only enhanced by a stature matching Jern’s own impressive height at six-and-a-half feet – not counting his ivory antlers – and a brawn that inferred brute might with but a glance as it was freely flaunted from wearing naught save for a ragged loincloth wrapped around his waist that concealed the bare minimum of modesty. The Gargoyle’s body resembled a marble statue perfectly sculpted by a master carver in the likeness of a hero of antiquity, with solid stomach muscles, defined pectorals, and biceps and thighs bulging with tempered sinew complete with the chiselled jawline to match. As one who took great pride in her own trained physique, Jern may have even commended his figure if it were not for their current mutual antagonism towards one another.

However, the redhead had but a couple of seconds to take all of the Gargoyle’s devilish appearance before he lunged headlong straight at her like a shot, both arms outstretched forwards with claws primed and wings fully unfurled to slightly improve the distance of his dive. Jern just barely managed to dodge out of his trajectory in time to avoid being pounced on, although was still nicked in the side by two of the non-human’s razor-like nails. With her sword out of reach, the warrior instead quickly snatched up a fallen, mossy bough from the floor close at hand while the Gargoyle briefly had his back to her upon alighting into a vacant space after missing his intended target before she swung her improvised weapon swiftly at his hairless occiput with such force, the bludgeon splintered clean in twain upon collision. The Gargoyle squawked as he was left stunned by the mighty blow, falling prostrate on the ground, with Jern jumping onto his back immediately afterwards to pin him down beneath her weight quicker than his mind could unmuddle before grabbing his ankles to start bending his legs backwards.

“Damned beast!” She grunted, her hands moving up to his calves while she trapped his feet underneath her unshaved armpits as she leaned back precipitously with them in tow like she was intending to tear the tendons in his thighs. “Maybe a little bit of disciplining will tame ya!”

“Ow! Ooow!” The Gargoyle cried as he fruitlessly tried shaking the human off his body, rapidly tapping his open palms against the ground while his wings flapped frantically and his tail whipped erratically in response to the agony he felt. “Stop! Mercy! I submit! I beg yo-” He resorted to pleading in his resonant voice, though the princess interjected partway through.

“You can talk?!” Jern exclaimed with genuine incredulity upon hearing him speak for the first time since revealing himself, though not laxing her grapple in the slightest. “In that case, you’d better start explaining yourself. Now.” She tightened her fingers on the underside of his knees to emphasise her warning.

“P-Please understand! I haven’t had anything to eat for days now!” The Gargoyle was prompt to give his justification, pausing in his struggles for the time being. “Hunger had driven me half-mad and the tantalising waft of your roasting meat lured the scavenger instinct within me out front and centre! I was not myself, you know? I can’t say sorry enough!”

“Did the idea to ask never cross your mind first?!” Jern rejoined, giving the Gargoyle’s legs a purposeful pull as this rationale only further vexed her, making the winged man yowl as he drummed the ground with his fists.

“I-I-I thought I would be turned away if I tried that! Your kind are hardly ever welcoming to gargoyles in this country…or any country for that matter.” The non-human stammered out.

“Is that seriously the best you can come up with?!” Jern was not convinced of the grey-skinned male’s excuse for even a single second. “Starving or not, that gives you zero right to maul me like you were out for murder! Sure you weren’t mugging me for my money as well? Gods, you’re certainly not doing your people’s notoriety any favours behaving like that. Oh, and I’ll bet my last two coppers you took your time watching me play with myself before you made your move too, you pervert! Maybe you were planning on doing other things to me with all the effort you took to set up your little sneak attack…” The Gargoyle neither refuted or confirmed these accusations, not knowing whether there was anything he could say at this point which would assuage the princess’ ire, truth or otherwise.

“Somebody osmaniye escort seriously ought to put you in your place…” Jern continued in a low grumble, her frustration coming to a head that not only was she gods knew how many miles astray from civilisation and smarting from scores on her skin, but she had been intruded upon mid-onanism without being allowed to finish on top of all that! However, an idea quickly sprung to the redhead’s mind on how to handle her undealt itch and dole out a suitable punishment for the culprit responsible. “In fact, that somebody is going to be me, right here, right now!”

“What are you doi- ah!” The Gargoyle’s question was cut short by a pained cry brought about when Jern released his legs at last only for her dominant hand to squeeze tight around his tail close to its tip instead before giving it a harsh upwards yank to hoist his waist off the ground like she was presenting a freshly caught fish, putting him onto his knees with his backside raised while keeping his torso constrained to the ground beneath her bodyweight. Then, without fanfare, Jern’s free hand grabbed a fistful of the winged male’s flimsy loincloth and tore it clean off his person, and without him wearing anything underneath, a pair of ashen-coloured, smooth and unexpectedly plump bum cheeks were subsequently unveiled to the princess, who raised a ginger eyebrow in surprise.

“For somebody as fit as you are, you’ve sure got one fat arse!” She bluntly remarked, unable to see the Gargoyle blushing from the angle she was sat at. “Makes me just want to…” She started to say, but let her actions finish her thought with the delivery of a swift swat with the flat of her left palm to the horned man’s right buttock, causing him to yelp and flinch in reaction, in turn only making the princess smirk as she further slapped each of the buns in rapid succession several more times with similar sharpness like she was playing a pair of bongo drums one-handed, amused both by the non-human’s reactions and by the way his backside jiggled upon being struck.

“Ow, ow! Stop that!” The Gargoyle growled as he kicked his legs in futile defiance, although would quickly come to regret making that demand.

“Oh? Fine then, since you’re oh-so polite about it.” The redhead sarcastically stated, though indeed stopped her spankings upon being told, hovering her hand away from the Gargoyle’s derrière to just below, specifically between his fibrous thighs where a pair of substantial testicles dangled defencelessly from his perineum that did not escaped her notice. “I’ll play around with these instead then!” She jovially stated, straining her index finger against her thumb before flicking it against one of the winged man’s bollocks, just barely skimming its surface, but leaving a lasting sting several times sorer than had it been a more direct impact. Jern cackled like a cruel witch hearing the Gargoyle’s shriller whining as it seemed his entire frame was trying to shrink away to no avail while he remained trapped beneath the human.

“Leave them alone!” The grey-skinned male snapped after suffering a few more trying finger taps on his testes.

“Then how about I just gnash ’em off and be done with ’em altogether!” Jern retorted, and to illustrate her threat, she bowed her lofty upper body over and put her open, upside-down maw directly up against one of the balls, fitting the soft sphere snugly between her two rows of teeth before pressing down with just enough pressure for its owner to feel her incisors threaten to puncture their exterior if she bit down even just a few newtons harder.

“A-anything but that!” The Gargoyle was prompt to change his tune, though Jern did take her mouth away from his scrotum after hearing his desperate plea, raising herself upright once more.

“Oh, lay off it. I wasn’t really gonna chomp ’em.” She said, letting out a sigh and wondering if she had took her bullying a tad too far. “As scary as you look, you’re pretty pathetic, y’know that?”

“Y-yes, exactly! I am pathetic! Not even worth the trouble to torment!” At this point, the Gargoyle would have agreed on anything that might result in his release. “S-so, just let me be on my way and you’ll never see me again for the rest of your life, honest!”

“Oooh, no! I’m not letting you off that easily. I’m annoyed, I’m hungry, and I’m absolutely randy! An infuriating combo if there ever was one, and seeing as the first part of that is partly your fault and the second is being dragged out having to sort you out, I’m going to use you as I see fit until you’ve taken care of the last! Do a good enough job, and I might just consider letting you fly free.” Jern delineated, her stark sternness shocking the Gargoyle into silence as she at last loosened the grasp on his tail and stood up from his back, albeit only slightly, not giving him an inch to scarper as her strong hands were quick to reach down and flip him prone onto his back, keeping him in place by dropping her seat onto his solid stomach, knocking out some of his wind. “As scary as you look and as pathetic you might be, gotta admit, as far as frightening bat-creatures of the night go, you’re a bit of a hunk~ Now, let’s check what you’re packing here…” She addressed him over her shoulder before looking down to his pubis, bursting into a peal of laughter when she laid eyes upon his penis, for in spite of his harrowing situation and the abuse inflicted upon him, it appeared his member was already at a half-erection.

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Chapter 7 – Shopping, Dove Falconhand, Cheap Wine, and Han Solo

Before Natalie went downstairs to meet Lou to go on their shopping excursion she decided to change clothes and when she took off her mage robe she noticed it clean as if new. She expected to find dirt and even blood on it from holding Rain the previous night but there was not a spec of dirt or stain on the robe.

“Better than dry cleaning.” She commented.

As Rain and Christie talked about what they were going to do while stuck in the room all day, Natalie went through some of the extra clothes Habersham at sent with them. There were soft leather pants, some leather tops that looked more like corsets than something practical, and some cloth shirts. The elf wished for a nice skirt and top but settled on a one piece of clothing what Natalie could best describe as some type of dress. The top of the dress was very low cut but her larger elf breasts were firm and it held up nicely with two straps that crossed around her neck to a single strap in the back and two straps in the front that came down to her breasts. The bottom of the dress was long and had gold trim and the hem ended just above her ankles and had two slits that ran on each side of her leg about four inches above her knees. She then put on her boots and looked at herself in the mirror in the room. It was a hot day outside so the dress would be perfect for the heat.

“See, Christie, I told you Habersham was creepy. All the clothes for us girls are so revealing.” Natalie liked the contrast of the black dress on her alabaster skin.

Christie laughed, “Well you do look hot but you may want to wear your cloak to hide some of that figure you have.”

Rain grinned, “Yeah your breasts on this side are a lot larger and fuller than on the other side.” The blue haired half elf teased.

Natalie hid a smile at the compliment from her girlfriend and stuck her tongue out at Rain. She still wanted Christie to think she still mad at her. She brushed her hair out and decided to keep it down and put on her silver head band. She did like her this side hair. It was thicker and wavy and longer than her other side straight hair and she was starting to think her elf ears were rather cute as they stuck out from her hair. She did decide to take her cloak but let it flow off of her instead of wrapping it around her. Her vanity about her looks would love the attention she would get from men but she did not want to look like a complete whore.

“God I still wish I had underwear.” She muttered, “Going about with no panties is so white trash.”

She left the room with Rain and Christie laughing at her comment and met the others downstairs. Natalie smiled when she saw Jason, Ahira, the innkeeper, and even Lou as they tried to look nonchalant as their eyes roamed up and down her body. She briefly wondered if a dwarf could have intimate relations with a human, not that she intended to but was just a thought. Everyone decided not to wear their armor or carry their better weapons or Natalie and Lou their mage staffs. Jason did have a longsword attached to a sword belt around his waist and Ahira had his hand ax in his. Lou still wore his red mage robes.

The party split into two groups, Natalie and Lou would do the shopping and Jason and Ahira would go to the tavern to try and book passage on a ship and they would meet at the tavern, the Laughing Maiden. The dwarf gave Lou and Natalie more gold and the two mages asked the innkeeper the best place to find the supplies they needed and he suggested to market square and he promised to send food up to the half orc and the drow prisoner but would leave the food at the door not wanting to chance an encounter with a drow.

When Natalie and Lou stepped outside the inn, Natalie got suddenly homesick and almost started crying as she once again wished she was home. The smells of the dock area of Lund remaindered her of her home city of Savannah. The city was built on a large river that led to the sea about fifteen or twenty miles to the east and while the smells were stronger with the salty marsh air and the smell of fish it reminded Natalie of home and going to the inlets with her father to buy fresh fish and shrimp and blue crabs. She thought Lund must have resembled Savannah over two hundred and fifty years ago.

“You ok?” She heard Lou ask and Natalie smiled and nodded.

“God, Rain was wrong. I could never get used to the smell of this city.” Natalie commented as they walked to the market square. “So where first? Ahira and Jason said not to get much since we are going to Athkatla anyway and can get most of the supplies we need there, just to get some minor things like some more water skins and some odds and ins that would be cheaper here than Athkatla.”

“And materials for a new spell book.” Lou added quickly.

Natalie nodded, “Of course.” She was getting a little concerned with Lou’s obsession with his spell book and magic, but shrugged it off thinking maybe if she did not have bilecik escort hers she would be the same.

“So, ummm…what was this thing you mentioned earlier about losing faith?” Lou asked the elf as they walked.

“Oh nothing really, just that I am not a very good catholic anymore.” Natalie answered as she looked around and noticed people staring at her. “Why are people staring at me?” She asked to change the subject. In truth she knew why the men starred but was a little curious why the children and women did, well some of the women. Natalie pulled her cloak around her body and started to regret her choice of clothes.

Lou laughed, “Your outfit for one thing, but more that you are a moon elf and people rarely if ever see a moon elf in a human city.”

“Oh”

The two made it to the market without incident and as they walked Natalie asked Lou more about himself to get to know him better and found out he was an engineering student and very intelligent and had an IQ that borderlined on the genius level. She teased Lou about not having a long white beard like Gandalf and thought the man was somewhat handsome on this side and giggled as she told him he looked like a sixty year old Sean Connery making the wizard blush.

“Oh look that looks like a place that sells magic stuff?” Natalie said when she saw a building in the market. It was a single story timber framed building, with stained glass windows that depicted two wizards dueling on one window and a large dragon breathing fire on the other and a wooden sign hung over the door that read “The Invisible Fairy”.

They walked into the shop that was full of shelves full of potions, jars, books, crystal orbs, even some magical items such as wands and staffs and other items. Natalie noticed the shopkeeper was haggling with a tall beautiful woman over a dagger. The woman was tall, lithe and had long silvery hair. The woman turned when the two entered the store and stared at Natalie for a moment.

It was not like the stares she got on the street by the men and some women whose eyes roamed over her body or the children and other women who looked at her with astonishment. The woman did not look over the elf’s body and she did not seem surprised at seeing a moon elf. Her look was one of recognition and Natalie suddenly became very uncomfortable and nervous.

“Three hundred, Lady Falconhand. That’s my best offer.”

“Bah! You were always a crook, Yolnoth.” The woman said as she turned her head back to the fat shopkeeper.

“But you always come back when you are in the area.” He laughed and started counting gold coins.

Natalie quickly made herself look busy hoping the woman would leave quickly. She almost dropped a crystal ball she was pretending to study with interest when the female spoke to her.

“Do I know you?” She asked.

Natalie turned and looked up at the tall human women. She was very pretty and looked to be only in her early twenties. Her body was lean and well-toned and the green dyed leather jerkin she wore was tight over her small breasts. Her soft leather pants were the same woodland green of her jerkin and both looked well worn. She had a long sword on the right side of her hip, a quiver of arrows on the left, and a bow across her back. Natalie could feel incredible magic from the sword and bow, so strong it made her dizzy for second.

“Umm…no I am new to Lund and…and I doubt we ever met.”

The blonde looked at her intensely, “What village are you from?”

“Savannah.” Natalie blurted out without thinking.

The blonde frowned, “Never heard of it but then again I don’t know every moon elf village.”

Natalie thought quickly, “Oh it’s a small village south of Silverymoon.” She remembered Jason told her about Silverymoon and that most humans thought it was just a myth.

“So you know my sister then, well half-sister, Lady Alustriel Silverhand ruler of Silverymoon?

“Fuck!” Natalie thought to herself. “N…no…heard of her naturally but never met her.” She hoped her bluff worked.

The woman nodded, “Well, you just looked very familiar. I will leave you alone and good day…”

Natalie knew she was prying for her name, “Natalian.” Natalie told her the made up character name and the woman extended her arm.

“Dove Falconhand, pleasure to meet you, Natalian.” Natalie shook the young woman’s hand and gave a little curtsey. Natalie felt strength in the firm grip.

Dove laughed at the gesture and gave a slight bow in return. “Don’t let Yolnoth cheat you. He charges double the prices on his items.” The blonde human laughed as she walked toward the door. Natalie’s eyes followed her and the young woman looked over her should and gave Natalie a last curious look before she departed the shop.

“Ah I did not know you were friends with Lady Falconhand, I am honored to have you in my humble shop.” Yolnoth told Natalie.

“I…I don’t know her. Who is she?” She asked.

“Why manisa escort that was none other than Dove Falconhand, one of the Seven Sisters. A famous ranger. She always comes to me to sell or buy goods when she is in the area. She knows my shop is the best in two hundred miles.” The shop owner said with a great deal of pride in his voice.

Natalie smiled her most charming smile at him and walked over to Lou, “Who are the Seven Sisters?” She asked quietly.

Lou, who was so focused on looking at the magical items and gathering supplies off the shelves from his list had not even noticed the encounter his friend had with the pretty young ranger.

“Who? Seven Sisters? Why concern yourself with them. They are just make believe anyway.” Lou dismissed her and continued his shopping with great obsession. Natalie figured she would ask Jason or one of the others later even if the scrutiny of the ranger unnerved her.

As they haggled and eventually paid for the items; a blank spell book bound with a deep blue and very soft hide of what Yolnoth claimed to be from a behir. Natalie had no clue what a behir was but Lou seemed pleased with it. Lou also purchased a quill from a cockatrice, some magic inks of assortment of colors, and other ingredients needed to write his spells with that Natalie would have thought the witches in Macbeth would have used. The purchases cost more than Natalie expected but Lou was insistent he needed every one of them and more that the shop did not sell. Yolnoth assured him if he did not have what they needed no one in the city would. While a little upset over the amount of gold they spent, Natalie did get an idea of the currency value. When they left the shop they had broken a good portion of the gold into some silver and bronze coins. The shopkeeper told them he would be happy to have the purchases delivered to their inn for a small fee but Natalie haggled him down to free delivery.

“Don’t worry, Natalie, the other stuff we need is not going to cost very much. I doubt we spend even four or five more gold. Think of that shop as one of you high end stores on…what is it…Rodeo Drive in Hollywood?”

“It’s pronounced Ro-day-o not Ro-dee-o and it’s in Beverly Hills not Hollywood.” Natalie corrected him, “Ahira is going to kill us. He is so stingy with the gold.”

Lou laughed, “It’s the dwarf in him.”

“Whatever, I’m kind of hungry let’s see if we can some food.”

They found an assortment of food vendors selling fruits, vegetables, cooked meats, and sweet treats. Natalie decided on just some fruit and a sweet cake as she did not trust the meats. While Lou was buying some type of sausage on a stick Natalie walked to one of the fruit and flower vendors ran by two young girls who were obviously sisters. One looked about twelve and the other eight or nine and Natalie thought both were just darling cute with their dirty blonde hair. She picked out a peach and something that resembled an apple but had blue skin. She paid double the asking price and did not even haggle with the girls who obviously needed the currency by the way they were dressed. She turned to leave when she felt a tug on her cloak.

The youngest girl held up a red rose and blushed when Natalie took the rose and kissed the girl’s dirty cheek and thanked her. The girl ran and hid behind her sister but smiled brightly at Natalie.

“Sorry, milady, my sister meant no harm…its…it’s just we ain’t never seen a moon elf before and my sister thought you may like the rose. She can’t talk but she wanted you to have the rose and thanks you are just beautiful.” The older sister told the elf. “We ain’t mean no harm I promise.”

Natalie smiled at the two girls but her heart felt pity for them, “That’s quiet alright, darling, it’s a lovely rose from two lovely girls.”

Both girls smiled and Natalie was about to turn and walk away then she suddenly bent over and pretended to pick up something off the ground and then held out her hand when she stood up, “Why I someone dropped these. Maybe they belong to you?” In her hand she held three gold coins.

“No, milady, they ain’t ours.” The girl answered and Natalie was touched by her honesty.

“Well it’s certainly not mine. It has to be yours. Now go ahead and take it or I’ll turn you both into toads.” Natalie told her with a smile and a wink.

The youngest sister giggled at the teasing while the oldest took the coins from Natalie with a shy smile on her face. “Thank you so much, milady, this…this can feed us for a long time.”

“Why don’t think me, think the careless fool who dropped them”, Natalie gave the girls a sly smile.

“That was very sweet. I think you have two admirers and I like the rose they gave you.” Lou told. He had watched the scene play out.

“Just don’t tell the dwarf.” Natalie said and they both laughed. Natalie smelled the rose and smiled, “Beats getting a rotten tomato thrown at you.”

Natalie mersin escort or Lou did not notice a third figure who had observed the elf’s interaction with the two human sisters. In an alley Dove Falconhand smiled when she saw what the moon elf had done. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a small bone white figurine of a hawk.

“Gwalchgwyn,” she whispered and the small figurine transformed into a large white hawk.

“That was sweet of her, Gwalchgwyn.” She told the hawk who pecked at her with affection. “Now go…go to Silverymoon and ask my sister is she knows of a moon elf village named Savannah and tell her about this elf girl. Something is odd about her not dangerous mind you just odd…like I should know her. I will be in Shadowdale with Storm and Sylune.”

The hawk gave a screech and flew off to the north.

The peach was delicious and better than any Georgia Peach she had ever eaten and the odd colored apple was just as good and it was an apple. Natalie thought the sweet cake was a little stale but still good. They finished their shopping and noticed it was long after midday and decided to meet Jason and Ahira at the Inn. Natalie was glad to spend time with Lou and get to know him better. Besides his strange obsession with magic, the man was very nice and they got along very well and to Natalie’s surprise he had a very good sense of humor.

After Natalie left them, Rain took a short nap while Christie tried to figure out why she had no faith. She tried to cast some minor spells that were in her head. She tried to create water, cast her light spell, and lit a small candle and tried summoning spell that would summon a minor extra planar creature she could control but none of them worked. She cursed and gave up and then removed her boots and rummaged through her pack for some more comfortable clothes to sleep in, decided on just a cloth shirt that came down to the top of her thighs and decided that Natalie must have taken all the pretty clothes and put them in her own pack.

Both girls woke when there was a knock on the door and Rain got up and cracked the door to their room and saw food and two pitchers of a red liquid that she assumed was the wine on the floor. There were also two foggy glasses and some utensils.

“Food was decent but this wine sucks.” Christie commented as she lay on one of the beds with her back propped against the wall so she would face Rain who sat in the same position in the other bed.

“Well you sure are drinking a lot of it.” Rain laughed. “Going to be funny when you have to pee and use the chamber pot in the corner.”

“Oh God, don’t remind me. I miss indoor plumbing.” Christie sat up and the shirt rode higher up her thighs and Rain turned away quickly when she saw a flash of the girl’s white pubic hair but Christie did not seem to notice. “Great, you had to mention peeing. Now I have to pee.”

Rain chuckled, “I won’t look.”

Christie drained her glass of the wine and got up and walked to the chamber pot and looked at it.

“So this is going to be so gross. Just glad Natalie is not here to give me advice on how to piss in a chamber pot and still be a Southern Belle.”

“Now I miss indoor plumbing and toilet paper.” Christie said when she was done. “What do I do with the pot? I don’t want the room smelling like urine.”

“I don’t know…maybe leave it outside the door and someone will collect it or be like everyone else and dump it out the window.”

“Gross.” Christie giggled in her slightly drink state and her drow voice made her giggle sound seductive and enticing Rain thought, everything she did was seductive and enticing in her drow body.

Christie decided on the second option and poured the urine out the window and was grateful their window faced an alley. She rinsed her hands with some water from her water skin and then poured herself some more wine before she sat back on the bed.

“You seem in a better mood.” She told the half elf.

Rain shrugged, “I try not to think about it. Honestly I did not sleep well last night and had nightmares of Derrick and…and me killing that man.”

“I understand, but you did what you had to. They would have killed you also.”

“I know but does not make me feel better.”

“So…what’s the deal with you and Natalie?” Rain asked after a long silence.

“I don’t know. She hates me and blames me for us being here and maybe it is my fault but seriously I am getting tired of her attitude about it toward me and her games.”

“What games?” Rain asked.

Christie laughed, “Oh you were in the city…you were not there but she tried to seduce Jason last night. She does not think I saw them but I did.”

Rain sat up, “Seriously? Did they…did he and her…well…”

Christie laughed, “No your crush still has his virtue. He turned her down, which is surprising since I did not think guys…and a lot of girls turned her down.”

“I don’t have a crush on him!” Rain exclaimed and blushed, “And what do you mean people don’t turn her down?” She added quickly to change the subject.

Christie laughed, “Rain do you think I am stupid or don’t hear things about her? I know she has slept around a lot at college…hell I know she has fucked at least two other people since her and I started dating. I have no illusions of my girlfriend.”

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The cave’s vault acts as a natural amplifier. The speakers, dozens of them, tiny and rigged across the narrow shelves of stone, all of them feed into the player. It’s thin, touch screen blurring in places, smearing electric color in the corners.

He likes to blast Tchaikovsky.

He hears it when he’s over the hill, down where the road is breaking apart with each new spate of rain; he hears it when the wind is right and he’s crouched down in the shell of the gas station, looking for the evidence of rats on the concrete floor.

“Hanta virus,” he murmurs. “Only in the shit, though.”

Once he tried to kill a cat. He had plans to eat it. This, back in the faded days, right after. The animal, rail-thin and cornered in the cave, crouched down. Its fear filled his nose with the sharp stink of piss. It looked at him, ears folded back, with eyes that made him think of the past, of Muffin Pumpkin Tigger, and he couldn’t do it.

So instead he brings the rats up from their holes in the desert and lets them loose in the cave for the cats to find. There are two of them now, both yellow and ragged-looking. They’re skittish. They hide inside the piles of gutted computers, peeking at him with coins for eyes.

Every day he blasts the 1812 Overture. Each day is like the last and so he doesn’t know if he’s dreaming, or if this is life, the awful repetition of life. In an earlier dream the chickens were hungry. In a dream inside that dream he picked prickly pears and fed them the seeds. He burned the tiny spines away with a palm-sized blowtorch. He hummed as he did it, conducting the orchestra with his tongue inside his closed mouth. He has a bunch of them back at home: chickens, prickly pears, blowtorches.

“Williams Sonoma.” Sweat gleams at his hairline. “Crates full, liberated from a broken-down truck.”

Liberated. A funny word. It was once an important word but now it’s just another map of letters, another bit of language eroding back into its semiotic dust. He thinks that once upon a time, this word was a license to kill: to spill blood, to gut morals, to cut out ideals like tumors. He thinks a lot about words. He hums and arranges them into piles in his mind: once upon a time there was a boy. Once upon a time there was a war. The boy outlived the war. The boy turned into a man somewhere along the line. The man lives in a cave.

That’s right; it’s a man-cave. A laugh-track drifts to him down a long corridor of years.

There’s a can of Coke. Bells ring throughout the swelling emphasis of the music, underlining the moment. He pries the can out of the loose rubble. He wipes the dust off the logo with his thumb.

Logo: from the Greek lógos, meaning word.

It was a word once. It was a pictograph, a morpheme, a symbol that meant many things. To him, the logo now means before. Before it meant before, it meant childhood, it meant summer, it meant a sigh. It meant doing homework at the kitchen table, the neighbor’s dog barking at the street, the TV on in the background.

The metal is hot. He pops the tab and levers it open with a click. The carbonation is gone. Inside, the cola has separated into water and a bottom layer of heavy sugars and dyes. He knows it won’t taste like much of anything. He squats, the sun oppressive on his back, and holds the can to his nose. He takes a long breath. The first bloom of the can, a whiff of scent waiting to escape, is almost like the real thing. The Real Thing, Trademark. He sniffs it until his nose adjusts to the smell. He brings the can to his lips. He drinks.

It’s like drinking soup. Hot, listless soup.

He looks out over the dry hills. The land is a million shades of delicate brown. The sky is washed-out, weak.

“But I don’t have a bunch of chickens.” He sips. “That was a dream within a dream within a dream ago, at least.”

* * *

It’s time for your bath.

Once upon a time he spoke to her aloud. Once upon a time he did the voices. Over time his lack of talent eroded his desire. Over time he couldn’t stand the sound of his own voice. Now his voice comes out once in awhile, sneaks out when he’s not looking. It murmurs, crouching down below the level of his ears so it won’t catch his attention.

He fills a basin with soapy water. He uses Ivory soap because he likes the memories caught inside the smell. By candlelight he takes her face apart, pulls the tongue loose, pops the eyes out of their sockets. He drops them into the water. He likes her eyes when they’re clean, shiny, the stubborn film of dust polished away.

He takes off the black wig. He whistles as he works.

It’s easier to pretend to be a girl. He longs for the harem fantasy but in ancient Egypt there were no men allowed in the harem, no men allowed to touch the queen.

I am a girl. He takes her eyes out of the plastic basin, rubs them one at a time with a soft square of cloth. I am a bayburt escort girl and it is my job to bathe the queen, to make her sweet-scented and beautiful for the pharaoh. He washes the wig with rose-scented shampoo. The wig is made of real hair. In the old days, such a thing hid out on cancer wards, dreaming inside donation boxes. In the old days, such a thing was expensive. He rolls the wig into a towel, presses the cloth until it dampens. He waits until the hair is dry before be pins it to a Styrofoam head.

Do you want it to be braided?

No. Not tonight. I want to feel it on my skin tonight.

He tries to imagine himself as a girl. He looks at his body when he passes reflective surfaces, glances at his face on the surfaces of water, but his recollection is shifty. He knows the color of his hair. He knows that it’s curly; it’s grown long, it bushes out around his head, it’s a Jew fro. He pinches a curl and pulls it out straight. His eyes cross to look at it. Brown. Light brown with candlelight glints that suggest some blonding from the sun. He thinks of Sun-In, and for a vertiginous second it’s the funniest thought he’s ever had.

He sits back on his feet, laughs and laughs. His voice summons one of the cats out of hiding. It creeps forward, small and yellow with stripes and dirty white feet, looking up at him, such a coquette with tawny eyes dilated and the masked face tilted just so.

“Hey.” His voice fills the cave. The space takes hold of it, strokes it into depth. “Kitty.”

It hunkers down and watches him.

“Where’s your friend?”

The candlelight flickers in its eyes, flashes metallic green.

“So we aren’t talking now?” He pours water into the doll’s mouth, swabs out the cavity with a rag folded over his fingers. “I see.”

For now I am the girl. I am shy and quiet, humbled by such ethereal beauty. My lips tremble with the fear of speaking.

The cat’s tail swishes.

“Are you looking for water?”

It stretches out its front feet. He puts the rag aside and wipes his hands. He holds one out. The cat gets up, creeps forward, sniffs at his fingertips. Whiskers twitch. Its nose is cold and wet.

“You’ve never let me touch you before.”

The cat’s nose bumps against his hand. The whole of his face relaxes into a smile and it feels strange, foreign within his flesh. He reaches out to touch the fur between its ears and the cat flinches. It whirls around, runs a short distance away. “Come here, kitty.”

It looks back at him, hopeful.

He sets the eyes aside. “You want to watch me? Okay. You sit over there.” He washes the tongue and places it next to the eyes. “You stay over there, I’ll stay over here. Fair?”

The cat hunkers, its tail coiling round its feet.

Out comes the vagina. He drops it into the soapy water. He props her knees up and against a pair of rocks. With patience he soaps up the loosened patch of pubic hair. The cat watches, seated in shadow, eyes flickering.

He tries to sink into the fantasy but the cat’s eyes are on him, measuring his worth. Restlessness kindles in a space just above his right eye, the same old place, frustration blooming there and drifting down through him, drifting with the languor of ashes. He wants to get angry. He thinks of flinging water at the cat, cats hate water, it would run away. But beneath his restlessness is longing.

I’m a guy washing a doll. Tears burn in his eyes. That’s all.

* * *

What happened?

He doesn’t know. He has only pieces of the world that was, fragments of memory.

He sits, knees drawn up, in the shade of a boulder with a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli. He’s prized it open and eats the soft packets of pasta with a plastic fork. It tastes artificial, like some scientist in the Chef Boyardee laboratory sensory-mapped the flavor of ravioli, but he or she (or ze) didn’t do a very good job because this was the only job he or she (or ze, gotta pay all due respect to the gender continuum, now) could get. The pasta itself is like paste. He doesn’t remember what tomatoes taste like, or beef.

The mind doesn’t remember taste. He squints. It only remembers if something tasted good or not.

He remembers the earliest news. Revolutions breaking out all over the world like some kind of disease. The internet, vectoring freedom far and wide.

And then…

He leans his head into the stone and closes his eyes. The silence of the desert, of big lonely places, holds him. Once upon a time, it soothed him.

Once upon a time there was a boy, though he was really a man who felt like a boy, this boy-man; he went to college even though the world was starting to soften, to pull apart and feel strange, like something left behind.

“Mom,” he says.

How could you let me do it? He turns his eyes skyward, knows that his parents must bartın escort be dead, his little sister, his few friends from the old school days. How could you let me go off, to the other side of the country, knowing the way things were?

The sky remains blue.

“There are only so many monuments to build.”

He has them, outside his cave. Down the slope and around to the back, away from the plume of runoff generated by him when he cleaned out the chicken coop, a circle of stones. Half of them were already there. He spent the first winter out there, a rarity, snow falling down from a blinding white sky, sticking to his shoulders. Picking out the stones. The snow, musty inside the dust, a strange sharp cold flavor melting on his tongue. He pushed the stones into place.

The ring, just big enough for him to sit inside cross-legged, surrounded by names pecked into the stone: Melissa. Melissa your sissa, his mom used to say when he was small, her stone between one reading Father and one reading Mother.

He knows their names, but he doesn’t want to see them in this place. His place.

Jodotha. The dog. Gaga and Sylvie. The cats, and both of them gray tiger-striped girls; he always loved the cats, loved their compact size and sweet voices more than Jodi, who was big and dumb and too excitable. Brian, Matt, Jason; boyhood friends, guys who forgot him long before he graduated high school but those old memories were tender, lost moments of carefree days, so he kept their names in his circle. As time passed, he scratched in more things: if we don’t do them no one will; the smell of green frogs at midnight, because downtown girls know what they’re doing, obscure one-liners out of his past, links with people and places and times that are all dead.

He takes another bite. Chews, even though the pasta is so soft that it doesn’t need much chewing. He looks down. The sauce, so red and thick. Tasteless.

In college things turned rotten. The government remained closed-mouthed to the end. People got sick. It wasn’t a plague, there was nothing biblical about it. There were riots.

He puts the can aside and fights the rising tears. A wave of nettles floods his face, hurts in his sinuses, stings beneath his eyelids. He holds himself still. His tears and his muscles struggle against one another. The world blurs.

Bones in the body?

“Two-hundred and six.”

Muscles?

“Six hundred thirty-nine, approximately.”

Teeth?

“Thirty-two if the wisdoms are intact.” His knees pull up to his chest. He rests his cheek on them and starts to rock. “Thirty-two permanent teeth. Twenty deciduous.” He swallows. “Baby teeth.”

His chin quivers. He presses it down on his bony kneecaps.

Thunder mutters in the distance. He looks up. Dirty clouds move over the hills and drag a gray curtain of rain. The drops evaporate fifty feet above the ground.

The power went out. The dark came in sections, erasing blocks of the city.

A group of kids on his floor wanted to wait it out. By then half the campus was a ghost town, students with duffel bags disappearing, classes abandoned without explanation. In a way that was the scariest thing, how the rooms turned into tombs.

Every night they stood on the roof and watched the city burn out. As the last lights went under, they still told themselves that it would be okay, that the national guard would show up even though it was almost summer and the heat was brutal, and they slept in the tunnels during the day. The water mains shut off as people made cisterns out of bathtubs.

He presses his heels into his eyes.

Chromosomes in the human cell?

“Forty-six.” He presses his quivering lips together. “Twenty-three pairs.”

* * *

He gets up each day and stretches. He rules the desert. Each day he does this. Someone has to.

Here is my scepter. He is alone and so he is king; lizards and snakes and chickens and scorpions are his subjects. He sits in the corner of the cave’s mouth and eats eggs scrambled on a propane stove. He smells the scant layer of dew as it evaporates. Here is my robe of state.

He stands at the cave’s low entrance and watches the sun fade from the sky. It’s hot. The heat shimmers up out of folds in the distant dusty ground and lies to his eyes.

“It says I am water,” he murmurs. “It says come. Drink.”

Once in a while, on the yellow line, he will find the remains of a campfire. Sometimes there are prickly pear rinds too, empty cans, the bones of hares. Once, at dusk, on his way back home, he stood at the top of a hill overlooking the road and watched the distant moving dots of bicycles meld into the shimmer. He shaded his eyes. The dry air is tricky. It shrinks the miles.

How close did they come?

He walks back inside. The wind follows him and blows dust onto the ığdır escort backs of his ankles. The stone walls are cool where the sun doesn’t touch them.

He bypasses his makeshift kitchen, past the tangled piles of wire and gadgetry, pushes deeper into the dark. At first everything is green, shimmering as the sun leaks out of his eyes. He waits for the shape of his bed to creep out of the dark, first a corner and then the rumpled blanket, the slumped pillows. He crouches down, takes the mp3 player in his hands. He turns it on. His teeth sink into his bottom lip.

His finger traces the same circle over and over again. The clickclickclick of the touchwheel hums into the silence. Light frosts the planes of his face. He thinks the calendar inside must be off, that it must’ve lost time on its long journey from the past to the present, because

Three years isn’t enough time. It can’t be. I feel too old. I am too old.

He puts the player down. He sits cross-legged below the ledge that is his threshold, perched on an old chair cushion, watching the sunset colors flare to life.

His thoughts wander back, circle around to the girl. She’s in the back, in the darkest part of the upper cave. She has her own bed: a twin mattress covered in cartoon sheets, her head cradled in a red velvet sofa pillow. He found the pillow inside an overturned camper. She’s turned on her side, knees bent. She wears a silky nightgown to bed. He keeps her covered with a fleece blanket. He tells himself that she is tired, she works nights after all.

“No.”

He gazes at the sky, rapt. I am the pharaoh.

The sky cools to ash behind pink streaks. He turns on a song. He closes his eyes, cranks up the volume until his ears pulse.

She is the girl.

* * *

In order to perform, he must imagine things the way she would imagine them:

Inside her own skin, she is cold. She’s cold and he’s there to warm her up, that’s his job, to stoke up the fire and cover her with blankets until the shivering melts away.

She likes it when he gets under the covers with her. She wants him to hold her close, to curl himself around her. She says hold me. He does it until he starts to sweat.

She doesn’t think of her breasts as perfect even though they are. To her, they are just breasts. To him, they are a promise of paradise, a dream within the mind of a comatose civilization. Her breasts are too big, too full, for his hands. Under the covers with her, smelling woodsmoke trapped in the fibers of the blanket, he holds them, long skinny hands gripping. Her nipples are getting hard, nuzzling his palms, even though they are always hard.

His eyes close. He concentrates on the feel of her flesh, the weight of it. Her skin gets warm. His breath quickens.

The apocalypse fantasy never gets old. Funny. It should, given the circumstances. He changes it up, though, turns apocalypse into snowpocalypse.

They are in a cabin, in the woods, surrounded by a falling curtain of snow. They’re wrapped up together in the blanket against the chill.

She thinks about his tongue in her pussy. She likes that, his tongue. She’ll get wet if he licks her. She’ll get wet, her clit will swell. She’ll squirm. They’ll get hard together.

He ducks under the blankets, backs down the slope of her flat stomach. He leans his forehead on her mat of pubic hair. He kisses her vulva (volvere, he thinks, “to roll”) and holds her lips open. He pushes spit into her with his tongue and his breath puffs back into his face, smelling of deteriorated silicone. He licks, swirling through the moisture.

He imagines her moaning. She moans. Sometimes she is silent and he concentrates on the roughening sound of her breath, the rise and fall of her ribs. Today she is not quiet. No one does it like you, she pants. Put your tongue in me. Stick it in.

His cock throbs, trapped between his hipbone and the ground. He feels his pulse squirming around in there.

I’m gonna he thinks. He scrambles over her, pushes her legs apart with his knees. Her hips are stubborn. He sits on his heels and pushes them with his hands, feels resistance in her old joints. He leans over her and aims the head of his cock at her split-slicked hole. I’m gonna. His eyes close. Her skin sticks to his belly. He breathes through his nose. I’m gonna.

She’s dry. He spits into his hand, does it once twice three times, smears her cunt with it. He works up some slide. It’s hard going. He wishes for some eggwhite but the eggs are too dear.

He’s inside.

He doesn’t think about her as he fucks her. That fantasy is gone. Each thrust puts him deeper onto a new place visualized as a sandy beach curving out of a river. It’s piled with junk. His breath quickens at the sight, rasps in and out of his throat. He climbs up inside the dream, suspended in the net of his thought. Once upon a time everything was a connection: she and I, we both grew up with Coca Cola Ford automobiles Disney Chicken McNuggets the taste the flavor the images they are the same, in her mind and in my mind. He ascends the trash heap, dizzy with the fumes of pleasure. He finds rock like blackened melting snow, old soda cans, upholstery like dead skin, discarded laptops.

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This one has strong graphic violence, non-consent themes and demonic themes. Thanks to all who have read this far, and those who have shown their appreciation with votes, favorites and comments. Hope you enjoy the series finale. Yep, it’s the final Orc Bait story, but certainly not my last story. I’ll be back. -Ax

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-2211, day 04, month 07, The Hollow Hill, Night of the twin full moons.

“…up, Rohme. Come on, bitch, wake up!”

As I slowly came around, I became aware that my arms were above my head, my muscles were strained and sore, and rope painfully bit into my wrists. In fact, I was aching all over. My knee was badly hurt. My vagina and anus were sore as Hell, and I grievously recalled what I had been through to make them that way. Those damn stinking orcs. That evil twisted Sierra. Things had gone very wrong for me.

I slowly raised my head as I became aware of my surroundings. I was in a dark gloomy prison cell. Rusted iron bars were ahead, and crumbling stonework bricks covered in green moss made up the other walls surrounding me. The air was damp, there was the smell of mildew and the steady sound of dripping water. I became aware that I was hanging from the ceiling by thin rope wrapped around my wrists and tightly knotted. I shuffled my feet and stood up, groaning as the strain was taken off my arms and wrists, but I was still unable to bring them down below my head.

“About time! This is not the time for a nap, ranger!”

I turned and saw Aerowyn close beside me. The red-headed witch was standing there stark naked with her arms bound above her head. Her pale lithe body stretched out taut in the gloomy light. Her long red hair flowed down past her shoulders and she stared at me intently with her disparate green and hazel eyes.

I groaned as my hands throbbed and prickled painfully as blood returned to them. I looked down and was thankful that I was still wearing my leathers. At least I hadn’t been stripped naked as well. “Aerowyn…How long was I out?”

“An hour…three hours. I don’t know, it’s hard to tell down here. But I do know we’re quickly running out of time to stop that ugly sorceress cunt!”

“You think we can still stop her? It looks like she has won to me.”

She looked at me disparagingly, “You have to stop her, it’s your destiny!”

“It’s not my fucking destiny! That was all a ruse, so that she could get you to bring me here. We both played right into her hands.”

She exhaled sharply and grit her teeth as she seethed. “Yeah, she told me that too. But I don’t believe her. You have to stop her…You just have to.”

“And how the fuck am I going to do that?!” I said angrily. “She’s a brilliant tactician, she plans for every possible outcome. She has a whole fucking horde of orc savages…rapist bastards. You didn’t tell me about them! And you compromised me, getting yourself captured!”

“Fuck you! Things might have been different if you let me sleep beside you in the tent.”

“Why would I want to sleep next to you?! You’re as twisted as she is!”

“You’re one to talk, you raped me as well!”

“You deserved it, Cunt!”

She just grit her teeth and glared at me furiously. We both fell silent as we seethed. I was hot and full of rage. I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I had fought with all I had, I had gone through Hell again, and it was all for nothing. The evil Sierra was going to get her way. Aerowyn was going to die, and I was going to be become a demonic undead slave, forced to aid Sierra in bringing about the end of the world.

After a short while, I could feel Aerowyns’ gaze upon me. I turned my head and looked into her intense eyes. She broke the silence, speaking calmly but firmly. “I believe in you, Rohme. You’re a hero. You have the strength to forge your own destiny, no matter what Gods and Devils have planned.”

I was a little take aback. I could easy imagine that being something Sierra would say to me. The real Sierra, whom I once loved. I breathed deeply and let my anger fade. Fuck destiny. Whilst I was still alive, I still had plenty of fight left in me.

I looked up and studied the dilapidated prison cell around me. “Are there any guards?” I asked.

“No. That’s why the evil bitch has us strung up.”

“Can you cast?”

“What do you think?…No. Whenever I build any power, that damned heartstone draws it away from me. Perhaps I can do a cantrip, something that doesn’t require any build-up, but I don’t have any that will get us out of these bonds.”

“Can you do any healing cantrips?”

“A bit of weak spot healing, maybe.”

I shuffled toward her as much as I could. Thankfully, she was on the right side of me. I stuck out my leg so that it was as close to her as I could get it. “Heal my knee.”

She looked at me for a moment, and then nodded. “Let’s see if I can.” She leaned over and brought her bare foot up. I leaned over as far as I could as she tried to reach me. Soon her toes made contact with my injured knee, making me wince. She kütahya escort settled and kept her balance as her toes lightly rested on my dirty leather pants.

A look of concentration came over her face, and then she growled in frustration. “Damn stone! I can only do this very slowly.”

“Do it slowly then.”

“How did you hurt your knee?”

“Fighting orcs.”

“Oh…I could feel you fighting, while that sorceress bitch was raping me. And then…oh Goddess, it felt like you were being fucked by a horse! Those smelly green brutes! You would need your cunny and asshole healed as well, right?”

“Just concentrate on what you’re doing, bitch.”

The half-elf scowled at me as she kept her toes on my knee. I could feel the mild warm tingling sensation in the aching joint, as it was magically healed. We kept at it for around ten minutes or so. Both of us were getting sore and tired from holding the awkward position, but I could feel my knee getting better.

I eventually pulled away and we both straightened up again. “Better?” asked Aerowyn.

I raised my leg and swung my knee in front of me. There was only mild discomfort now. I wished that I could heal the rest of my battered and ravished body.

“So, now what?” asked Aerowyn.

“We’ll start by getting out of here.” I gripped the rope above me and then swung my legs up over my head, bringing them to the rope. I coiled the rope around my boot and then shimmied my way up until I was able to bring my wrists in front of my face. The rope was tightly wrapped around my wrists, it was a sturdy knot, tightened by my dead weight.

I knew knots well, and I could see where it needed to be loosened. Hanging there upside-down on the rope, I started pulling at the knot with my teeth. It was very tight, and it was hurting my teeth as I pulled at it. I was making very slow progress, but it was progress. Soon I started to feel light-headed and had to lower myself down, being careful not to tighten the knot again.

Aerowyn had just been quietly watching. “Wow, is that going to work?”

“Yes,” I replied, before flipping myself back up again. I worked the knot for a while longer before I finally succeeded, and pulled the rope through. I continued to pull at it with my teeth, undoing the knot. I was able to pull my hands apart a little as it loosened. I flopped back down again and yanked hard at the rope. It gave way and I fell down onto my ass. I yelped at the jolt of pain from my tender ass, which had been roughly pounded by several large orcs earlier. At least I was free of the bondage.

“Oh, well done, Rohme,” said Aerowyn, looking down at me. “See, I told you. You can do this!”

I slowly picked myself up, before moving over to the rusted iron door and examining it. I felt at my leathers, my lockpicks had been removed. I was standing on the wrong side of the door to use them anyway. “I don’t suppose you can do an open-lock cantrip?”

“No. Are you going to untie me, or what?”

I ignored her and examined the bars. There was an empty corridor on the other side, dimly lit by a few flickering sconces on the wall. I couldn’t see much else. The bars were old and rusted, but still quite strong. The stonework walls were cracked and crumbling.

“Hey, what are you doing? Come and untie me,” called out Aerowyn.

“Shhh,” I hushed her.

I looked up the top corner of the front of the cell. The stone bricks seemed to be partially collapsed. I began climbing up the bars.

“Rohme, are you listening to me?”

“No, so shut up!” I got a firm hold of the bars, raised my leg and started kicking at the end bar forcefully. After several hard knocks, more of the wall crumbled away and the bar bent outward slightly. It created a small gap. I kicked the bar several more times, but it didn’t budge. The gap wasn’t large enough for me to fit through, but someone smaller and skinnier might have been able to squeeze through there.

I climbed down, “All right, Aerowyn-looks like I need your help again.” I moved over to her.

“Ha, very funny. You weren’t going to just leave me hanging here.”

She looked into my eyes as I reached up and started untying her wrists. Then she suddenly lunged forward and pressed her lips into mine. It caught me off guard, just as it did with Sierra. Though this wasn’t entirely unwelcome. I kissed her back for a moment, as my heart started beating faster. Then I quickly pulled away and looked at her quizzically.

She just smiled at me, “Just in case I don’t get a chance to later…when we save the world.”

She was right-there may not be a chance for this later. And I suddenly wanted her, just like I wanted her back at Kabores’ tower. I moved forward again and pressed my lips into hers’. She was letting out soft moans as we hungrily explored each others mouths. I brought my hands down and rubbed them through her soft long hair and along the bare smooth skin of her back. It soon had my heart racing, and my nether regions tingling. malatya escort It had me forgetting about my sore tired body.

Was it possible to hate someone and love them at the same time?

I quickly pulled away again and caught my breath. “Damn it! We don’t have time for this, Aerowyn.”

She licked her ruby red lips, looking so damn sexy. “Yes, you’re right, Rohme. Hurry up and untie me, will you?”

I sighed loudly and went back to untying the rope. Soon I had her free and she collapsed on the stone floor, rubbing her wrists. “Thank you,” she sighed. “I’m going to destroy that hideous demon-sucking whore!”

“We still need to get out of here.” I nodded up to the small gap in the corner of the bars.

Aerowyn brushed her silky blood-red hair back and looked up with an incredulous look on her face, “Seriously?”

“You’ll fit. And then you can see about getting me out of here.”

She sighed and lifted her slender naked body from the ground. “Well, it’s a plan, I guess.”

She then came forward and grabbed me. Her hand pressed into my leather pants, at my crotch. “Aerowyn, not now…” I scolded.

“Shhh,” she said. I could feel the warm surging sensation flowing through my sore cunt and ass. She was healing me again.

“We don’t have time,” I protested weakly. But I let her continue. My insides felt bruised and sore from the rough fucking of several big orcs. Her soothing magical power was a relief. As I allowed myself to relax, it actually felt quite nice. Aerowyn was looking into my eyes as she healed me. Damn she was pretty.

I came forward and tenderly kissed her soft lips again. She let out a pleasurable sigh as she kissed me back. These may well be my last hours in this life, I wanted to enjoy this moment. I rubbed my hands over her warm skin again. They slowly moved down and I groped at her smooth firm ass. My healing pussy was tingling wildly. I knew it wasn’t just the healing magic, it was my building arousal. I really wanted to take her, right there.

Then I came to my senses again. We had a job to do. I suddenly pushed the naked redhead away. She groaned in protest and pouted, looking damn sexy as she did. I could see that she was hot and flushed, and highly aroused as well. “That’s enough!” I said, and pointed up at the gap in the corned of the cell. She sighed loudly and slowly nodded.

My cunt wasn’t so sore any more, it was hot, wet and aching to be touched. I took a deep breath and worked to calm my simmering libido.

Aerowyn turned and looked at the gap. Soon she was climbing the bars and I had a good view of her firm pale butt. It didn’t help in trying to calm myself. I steadied my breathing as I listened for anyone approaching. She got to the small gap in the top corner and grabbed the bent iron bar. “Rohme, I’m not going to fit through here.”

“Yes, you are.”

She sighed, and then shuffled about as she got into a better position. Then she moved her head to the gap in the corner. It did seem like her head wasn’t going to fit through, but she continued to shuffle about and groan as she pushed through the gap.

“Nghaagh…this isn’t going to work,” she groaned.

“Be quiet. It is. Once you get your head through, the rest of you will fit.”

She made more muffled strenuous noises as she squeezed her head through the gap. Then her head was out of the cell. She couldn’t go any further. I looked up and watched her struggling, and was treated to a view of her smooth pink pussy.

“The rest of me is not fitting, Rohme. I’m stuck.”

“Hold on,” I said, as I started climbing up the bars. I got up behind her and clung to the bars firmly. “Exhale all the air from your lungs.” She reluctantly did as I told her, and then I raised my leg and planted my boot firmly on her bare ass. She groaned in protest as I started pushing her forcibly.

I just continued to push, her shoulder went through, and then her pert boobs pressed into the rusty iron bar as they slid past. She suddenly lurched forward and let out a squeal as she was half hanging out of the cell. “I told you to be quiet,” I scolded.

“Fuck you!” she muttered. “Stop pushing.”

I took my foot off her ass, she grabbed onto the bars and managed to pull her lower half through. She half fell, half climbed to the ground. It didn’t look very graceful. I got down too, quietly landing back on my feet. I looked at her through the bars. “You’re free. Now get me out.”

She looked at me and nodded as she rubbed her red scraped skin. “She must have stashed my gear nearby. I’ll look for it.”

“I’m counting on you. Don’t get yourself caught.”

She just gave me an intense look, before turning and moving down the corridor.

I was left standing there in the cell. I checked the various pockets and pouches of my dirty blood-stained leathers. The balls of red elm sap were still there. Good, I would likely have to come up against the fleder again. I would need the ear plugs as defense against its sonic attacks. batman escort I also needed a good blade, or any kind of weapon. I had little else in my leathers of any use. I hoped that Aerowyn could find her equipment. I had no idea what she carried with her, hopefully something useful.

The minutes ticked passed. I tested the door and bars again, and paced back and forth. I just needed to get out of the cell, defeat the fleder, kill Sierra, destroy the demonic-heartstone and get out of the crater, past an army of orc raiders. I wished that I had a fucking clue how I was going to accomplish all that.

I stopped pacing when I heard someone coming. Aerowyn then appeared, she was wearing her green mage robes and had an ornate white satchel slung around her shoulder. She stopped in front of the cell and spread her arms apart, presenting herself. “So far, so good.”

“Did you see anyone?”

“No.”

“Can you get me out?”

“Yes.”

She opened her satchel and started fishing around. Her arm went right in as she reached in deep. It was a magic bag, much bigger inside than out. Sierra used to have similar bags. “Do you have magic lockpicks in there?” I asked.

“I don’t use lockpicks…You know, there once was a master alchemist who spent his lifetime creating a substance that could burn through absolutely anything. There was just one problem…”

“He had nothing to keep it in,” I had heard a similar tale, but didn’t really believe it.

She smiled, “There was a solution to the problem, though. Well…two solutions.” She pulled out two small strange-looking vials. One red and one black. They had long tubular necks.

“You’re going to burn through the lock?”

She nodded and moved over to the door. “Just watch yourself, ranger, this is dangerous stuff.”

I couldn’t see what she was doing, but soon there was a loud hissing noise, and I could see black smoke rising up from behind the door. Then part of the door began melting away before me. The lock became a smoldering hole. There was more hissing, and more smoke as the hole quickly grew larger, traveling down to the ground. A large strip of the door was completely burnt away, and there was a smoldering hole in the ground beneath it.

I was amazed. Aerowyn pushed the door open and I stepped out, being careful to avoid the smoldering hole. She smiled at me, “Who needs lockpicks?”

“Do you have more of that stuff?”

“No. It’s pretty rare. That was the last of my supply.”

“Do you have weapons in there?”

“No, unfortunately. My daggers and darts weren’t with them. But there are a few other things we may be able to use…I noticed you’re missing your lovely ring.”

“The orcs stole it.” I shuddered as I remembered Yurag, how he defeated me and then mercilessly violated me.

Aerowyn reached into her magic satchel, “You had better take this then. If I can cast again, I don’t want to worry about poisoning you.”

She pulled out two small potion vials, one was light-green, the other was pitch-black. She held the green one out to me. I slowly took it from her. “Poison resistance?”

She nodded.

I uncorked the bottle, “What’s the in black vial?”

“Oh, trust me, you don’t want to take that one. I think I’ll keep it close.” She tucked it away into a pocket inside her robes.

I downed the potion and tossed the vial aside. “Minty.”

“I don’t see why potions need to have an unpleasant taste. Now let’s get out of here, I fucking hate this place.”

***

We cautiously left the cells. The damp and gloomy passageways proved quite easy to navigate, we had no trouble finding the large chamber where I had encountered Sierra and the heartstone. I carefully crept to the big open doorway and peered inside. I could see the altar in the center of the room where the demonic artifact sat. The large black fleder was still hanging from the high ceiling above it. He didn’t seem to notice me peering in. The stairway was on the other side of the room, it was the only exit that I knew of. I could see little else.

Aerowyn crept up beside me and peered in as well. I carefully pushed her back. “No sign of Sierra,” I whispered.

“She can’t be far. She’s still bound to the stone.”

“She can make herself invisible to peoples’ senses.”

“I should be able to see her magical aura, though.”

“Unless she can hide that, too.”

“If she shows up, we’ll kill her. We can’t just hide away here in the shadows.”

“No, we can’t. Are you ready?”

Aerowyn took a deep breath and pushed the sap balls into her ears. I did the same. She looked into my eyes and gave a slight nod, before walking past me and through the doorway. I peered through the doorway again and watched her stride purposely toward the altar.

The fleder on the ceiling quickly turned its head to her and stared with its glowing yellow eyes. It let out a high pitched howl and immediately started to move. It spread out its huge black leathery wings and dropped from the ceiling. Aerowyn stopped as the big black beast began flapping wildly and flew right at her, letting out a piercing scream.

I closed my eyes as the witch made her move. Even with my eyes closed and my ears plugged, I could see a bright burst of light and hear the loud bang, as she threw down one of her flash-bang balls. A second later, a heavy body crashed hard into the ground.

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Note to the reader: This story contains themes of futanari, dickgirls, dickgirls dominating men, verbal abuse, and most importantly urethral insertion/sounding/docking/etc.. If you aren’t into that, you’ve been warned. Additionally, this is a quick piece of smut and not incredibly well written. It gets to the action very fast.

Larrel Fenswaine was a young half-elf man studying wizardry at the College of Moon in the coastal city of Beaconsby, just off of the Beacon Sea. His mother was a high elven princess, and his father a lowly human bard. Due to his unusual heritage, he never quite fit in with the other students at the College. To the other elves there was too much human in him, and they scorned him. To the humans, his elven heritage was seen as femininity and he was made fun of and was the brunt of many jokes. The worst part was, however, that whenever he looked into the mirror he could see exactly what the jokes were all about. His long blond hair was silken smooth and looked better than most of the human women’s. His facial structure was delicate and smooth, lending itself more to that of a woman than a man. And his build was slight and thin. He was flat chested and he made a point to show off his cock bulge by wearing tight pants, but his shoulders were narrow and his hips wider than he wanted. All of the insults he was forced to suffer hit far too close to home.

The other, equally frustrating, outcome of his heritage was that he was still a virgin, despite having reached adulthood and having pursued many women. The human women didn’t seem to think of him as a man, and the elven women held him in disdain for being of mixed blood.

Larrel was, however, a very talented mage. He was the top of his class, partly due to the studies he did on his own while he wasn’t dating anyone. To relieve his sexual frustration (he was half elf, after all), he practiced multiple magics on himself as a means of kinky experimentation. First it was as simple as summoning a mage hand to jack himself off, but before long he was magically animating dildos to fuck him in the ass and mouth while multiple animated gloves worked together on his cock and balls to bring him to explosive orgasms. After a while, however, he craved the touch of another, and so he sought out new books in the magical library.

It took him many months of dedicated research, but eventually he managed to find a book buried deep in the Locked Archives titled “On Sexual Summoning” written by John and Mistressa Longstaff. Within the book detailed magic required to summon succubi and other extraplanar entities from the Plane of Lust, as well as a phenomenon they titled the “summoning price”, a magical contract required to summon a being and bind it into service.

Larrel became obsessed with the book, deciding that he would lose his virginity to beings from the Plane of Lust using this book. That had to be better than any of the normal humans or elves he had been courting anyway, right?

After much deliberation, Larrel decided to summon a demoness to sate his sexual desires. The spell was fairly simple; a magical circle, an incantation stating his desire, and a summoning price. The value of the summoning price and his strength artvin escort as a caster would determine what demoness would come through the portal, so he didn’t have too much control over the situation. Ultimately, however, that didn’t matter to Larrel. He just wanted to bust a nut into a sexy demon girl, regardless of who she was.

In order to pay the summoning price, Larrel learned that he could sacrifice orgasms. The process was simple: he would jack off on a crystal while a spell was active. At the moment of orgasm the orgasm would be ruined for him and would instead fill the crystal. It was frustrating, but the young half-elf managed to get through three sacrificed orgasms before he decided the summoning price was sufficient.

Larrel squatted on the floor of his dorm room, fully naked with his semi-erect cock dangling nearly to the floor, just before the summoning circle he had crafted. It was a simple design, lines drawn in sugar with silver flecks to channel the magic. Grabbing his cock, the young half-elf began to masturbate, bringing himself to full mast as he chanted the required incantation. The lines of the magical circle began to glow dully until, all too quickly, a drop of Larrel’s pre-cum touched the sugar lines and soaked into the circle itself. Nearly as soon as the pre-cum touched the rune, the circle lit up in intense pink light, slowly melding into a swirling pink vortex on the floor.

The young half-elf boy quickly stated his intent as the vortex appeared before him.

“Bring me a demoness to have sex with!” It was a simple request, but the book had taught him that simple requests usually turned out the best when dealing with the Plane of Lust.

The pink light from the portal flashed brightly for a moment in response to the summoner’s command, and then went dark. The runes drawn in sugar were gone, leaving only scorch marks on the wooden floor of the dorm room where they once were. As Larrel’s eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness, he noticed the creature he had summoned.

She stood up from a crouch on the dorm room floor, bat-like wings unfurling from around her body as she did so. Her skin was a deep crimson, she had a red, arrow shaped tale as long as one of her legs, and a cock that hung down past her knees. And she was less than a foot tall.

Larrel had only managed to summon an imp.

“Hello, Master. My name is Izzya,” The small dickgirl imp said facing Larrel. Her voice was feminine and high-pitched, but not as high-pitched as her physical size would have indicated.

“What? But you’re just an imp! I didn’t think you’d be on the Plane of Lust!” Larrel was incredulous.

“Hey! This is your fault!” Izzya yelled, clearly offended, as her bat wings flapped, lifting her into the air close to Larrel’s face. “You’re the one who summoned me, after all! What, think you’re too good for an imp of Lust?”

“It’s not that!” Larrel suddenly became flustered, “It’s just, I thought you’d be something more.”

“Something ‘more’?!” Izzya yelled, clearly furious at the implication. “I’ll show you what an imp can do!”

The small winged demoness flew directly into Larrel’s face, tapping aydın escort him on the forehead with a glowing pink finger. Immediately her magic took hold of him and he was overwhelmed with lust like he had never felt before. His already hard cock became as hard as a rock and he nearly came without being touched. His pupils dilated and his mouth opened, tongue lolling out stupidly as he lost himself in his horniness.

Izzya took the opportunity and slapped her flaccid, tiny cock against Larrel’s lolling tongue. In his inebriated state, Larrel was turned on beyond belief by the feeling of her demon cock sliding back and forth against his tongue, slowly getting harder with each thrust.

“You summoned me to fuck you, and by the Planes I’m going to fuck you senseless,” the small female imp grunted as her cock reached full erection. It was hard to tell based on her size, but her cock was strangely proportioned. It was long and thin, moreso than a human’s cock would have been. It must have been at least three inches long, while being maybe only a quarter of an inch in diameter or so.

“That’s right, you fucking human, I bet you love the taste of my delicious demon cock.” Izzya grunted as she committed fully to riding his tongue for all it was worth.

The tiny imp was right. It was partially the spell that she had Larrel under, and partially his sexual open mindedness, but Larrel was really enjoying the sensation of her small cock and body rubbing against his outstretched tongue. He had used dildos on himself before, and he didn’t really seem to be bothered by the fact that she had a cock.

“That’s enough of your mouth, I want more.” Izzya grunted as she dismounted Larrel’s face, her cock now fully erect and nearly the size of one of her tiny arms.

Without explanation the small imp girl flew down in front of Larrel’s cock and forced the foreskin back as she began to make love to the slit of his cock. Her long demon tongue suddenly snaked into his urethral opening and Larrel gasped with surprise.

The young half-elven summoner was struggling to maintain control of his body, and it was all he could do to brace himself in his crouched position as the tiny demoness tongue-fucked his cock. The feeling was strange. It hurt ever so slightly, but for the most part the small intrusion felt really good on the head of his cock. Her tiny hands braced her against his bell end as she went down on him hard.

Larrel’s pre-cum started flowing freely under the imp girl’s ministrations, and he felt like he could cum if she did it long enough. Before that was possible, however, she brought her face away with a gasp and spoke.

“Oh yeah, you fucking like that, don’t ya, bitch?” Izzya berated as she surveyed Larrel’s impossibly erect cock.

“Uh-huh. It’s so hot.” Was all Larrel could manage to squeak out in his lustful state.

“Unfortunately for you, your pathetic cock is too useless to ever fuck a demoness. I’ll show you how to be a good pussy for dickgirls to fuck, and by the end of the night you’ll be thanking me.”

With that, Izzya chanted a quick series of demonic words and a slick, clear fluid appeared above balıkesir escort her cock, drenching it in lubrication. She positioned herself in front of Larrel’s cock and lined her demonic penis with his urethral opening. Before Larrel could react, the dickgirl imp shoved her hips forward and buried her cock inside his urethra.

Larrel gasped in pain. Even with the lube and preparation, Izzya’s dick felt like a line of fire running down the inside of his shaft.

“Oh, fuck yeah! That’s what a good boy pussy should be; ready and willing to take dickgirl cock at any time. I’m going to make you into nothing more than my cocksleeve.” Izzya gasped as she began thrusting manically into Larrel’s cock, her hips slapping into the head of his cock as her hands grasped the flared head of his penis to give her a grip as she pistoned into him.

Larrel threw his head back and gritted his teeth against the pain. Izzya wasn’t holding back, and he couldn’t get used to the new intrusion in his cock. At the same time, however, he was more erect than he had ever been and he couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop her. It was probably just the effects of the spell, but Larrel just opened up and accepted the tiny woman as his domina.

Izzya was less than twice the size of his cock and yet she had managed to dominate Larrel so fully. Her thrusts into his cock were quick and forceful, and after a while they started to become pleasant. The demoness’ spell of lubrication from earlier appeared to still be active, and over time the pain of her cock being inserted into his urethra began to subside.

Before Larrel knew it, he was on the verge of orgasm.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!” Izzya yelled out as Larrel was nearly on the verge of cumming from her cock pounding into his. “You don’t cum before I do! You’re my cocksleeve!”

With that Izzya threw out one of her hands and yelled the word “Delay!”. Immediately after a glowing, ethereal pink ring appeared and cinched around Larrel’s balls. The sudden tightness was enough to bring Larrel over the edge, or at least, it would have been enough. As soon as Larrel thought he would cum, his orgasm subsided slightly, leaving him just on the edge.

Izzya brought her hand back to the head of Larrel’s cock and renewed her thrusting with incredible vigor. Every thrust brought Larrel right back to the edge, but the magical spell prevented him from ever going over that edge.

Thrust after thrust of Izzya’s cock pounded Larrel into a drooling mess of arousal and pleasure. He could barely keep himself upright as the onslaught of pleasure threatened to break his mind.

The young summoner didn’t know how long Izzya fucked his cock, but eventually her thrusts became erratic and she finally hilted herself within him, letting out a sultry moan as he felt her cock swell within his own. The demoness’ orgasm appeared to break the spell and Larrel let out a yell as his own mind bending orgasm shattered through his body. As soon as Izzya pulled her cock from Larrel’s, a torrent of cum bathed her small demon body.

“Oh, ew! Bad pussy-boy!” Izzya was indignant as she tried in vain to wipe the thick cum off her tiny tits.

“You had better summon me again so I can get my revenge,” She fumed as her body began to fade into the pink light of the Plane of Lust as the summoning spell ended.

Larrel flopped back onto the hard wooden floor of the dorm room, entirely spent, cock aching. He had never expected that outcome, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed it. What would next time bring?​

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I was in a hurry, rushing for yet another job interview, the train was late (as always) and I couldn’t afford a cab. I really needed this job. I was nearly there, dashing down a back street away from the centre of a dingy town in the midlands. I was almost running past a shabby junk-shop (‘Antiques’ the sign announced — yeah — right!). Suddenly I stopped dead. In the corner of the window was a carved wooden ball, about the size of a cricket ball. For a second it seemed to be the only thing in the window. I shook my head and hurried on.

The interview was depressing. I was on time. I’d done my research. I was well qualified. I was scrubbed and dressed in my best suit — not too shabby. But I saw the look in his eyes as I walked in and I knew he’d made up his mind. I did my best to sparkle but he really wasn’t listening. He cut the interview short and I was back on the street in 25 minutes, clutching my meagre expenses cheque.

I was wandering about looking for a cheap café where I could get a bowl of soup or something when I found myself back outside the junk shop. There was the wooden ball in the corner of the window, almost hidden by a stack of chipped and scuffed dinky cars. It was covered in dust and had a peeling paper sticker with a hand written price on it – £1. For no reason at all I bought it.

Back in my tiny bed-sit I dug it out of my coat pocket and put it on the kitchen counter while I brewed a cup of three-tea. At that time three was still my limit — next cup I’d break out a nice new tea-bag. If I didn’t get a job in the next fortnight I’d be sampling the delights of four-tea — oh joy!

I opened the post: four rejection letters and another demand from my wife for an increase in maintenance for the daughter I’d likely never see again. It was written on creamy white paper with the monogram of her new partner. I threw them all on the growing pile in the corner.

I squeezed the bag and sipped my tea. Black and unsweetened — it was too weak to mess about with. I went and got an old toothbrush from my tool drawer and a little wax polish and started to clean the grime off my purchase.

It was weirdly beautiful. The wood was very dark, dense and close grained. The high spots were a bit scuffed but the rest shone with a deep red-brown glow — almost black. It was covered in interwoven beasts and birds with sinuous lines in a highly stylised script that I didn’t recognise — Thai maybe? I fetched my hand-lens for a closer look. I could make nothing of the script but I noticed a slight discontinuity in the grain of the wood. Following it round I discovered that there was what appeared to be a pentagonal shape with convex sides set into surface. I pressed it to see if it moved but with no effect.

As I continued to examine the ball I found another five. Circle, triangle, square, the pentagon I’d already identified, hexagon and heptagon. All about the same size and set at the poles of the sphere. None of them would move.

It was getting dusky and I didn’t want to burn electricity so I set the ball on my bedside ‘table’ (a battered three-legged stool that I’d found in a skip) and went to bed. I’d be up early in the morning — I’d another interview to go to.

I slept soundly and more peacefully than I had in months. I awoke happy and refreshed. Even the prospect of another cold shower and scavenged fruit for breakfast couldn’t spoil my mood.

As I sat on my cot cutting the bruised flesh from my breakfast I caught sight of the sphere in a shaft of dawn sun from the window.

After breakfast (with a cup of fresh tea!) I picked up the ball and moved to the window. I could touch all six buttons with two fingers and a thumb on each hand. As I got all six digits in place I felt a sudden thrill almost too brief to experience. With seemingly no effort all six shapes moved inwards by half a millimetre.

I released the buttons and the ball sprang open.

It was now a wooden filigree with a sinuous pattern of narrow openings a few millimetres wide. I held it up to the window and set my eye to the gap. Inside there appeared to be a small crystal sphere. I looked into it for a while.

I was jarred from my reverie by a crisp rat-tat-tat on my door. I looked around. The sun was close to setting and I was still standing there in my underwear, my neatly pressed suit and shirt laid out on the bed. I had wasted the whole day and missed my interview! Everything looked slightly odd. As if there was a slight shadow beside everything I could see.

The tapping on my door was repeated. I shouted some acknowledgement and fought my arms into my dressing gown. I opened the door to a tall, slim young man in a sharp, dark suit.

“Good evening Mr Clarke. May I come in?”

I stood aside and closed the door behind him.

“May I?” He plucked the sphere from my fingers and held it in the palm of his hand. He gave it a slight shake and it closed up hiding the crystal in the centre.

I shook my head as my vision cleared.

“Who are you? What kırklareli escort are you doing here?”

“You have the talisman and you knew how to use it. That means you are desperate for help. I am here to offer you redress.”

“Oh Christ! That fruit must’ve been off.” I blinked but he didn’t disappear. “Who are you again?”

“I know this won’t be easy given your life-long atheism but I am the supreme being.”

“God? Fuck off!”

“Not exactly… Let me start by saying that I find your world view to be one of the more sane that I’ve observed in your culture. But it’s not entirely true. Yes — there is a supreme being and I am it. But I’m not very close to your fellow humans’ view of ‘God’. I’m probably closer to what the Abrahamic delusionists think of as Mephistopheles.”

“You’re the devil? So where’s god figure?”

“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but, as you’ve always asserted, there is no God. I’m all there is. Oh, and by-the-way, I didn’t do any creating either. I’m sort of — the Universe. I am the consciousness of vacuum.”

“Yeah right! And you just happened to focus your vast intellect, spanning a Universe more than twenty-seven billion light years across, on my pitiful existence!”

“No, actually. I’m currently fucking with the heads of approximately 1029 sentient entities in this 5-space alone — I am the supreme being you know.”

“So what’s the deal? My soul for a sandwich?”

“Soul is a very misguided notion. What I’m actually proposing is to take an image of your brain-state at the moment of your death and load it on a simulation that I’m running in a nearby 5-space. Your consciousness would continue unbroken but you wouldn’t have any separate corporeal existence. You’d just be a sim in my playpen.”

“Why?”

“It helps to pass the time? There is quite a lot of it.”

“So no torture then?”

“Well — torture is a bit of a slippery concept. Your sim might find some of it’s game environments to be … challenging but since you’ll be dead you won’t be bothered by it.”

“Will I feel dead?”

“You won’t feel anything — you’ll be dead.”

“Hmmm — will the sim that is running my uninterrupted consciousness think it’s dead? And will it believe that it’s me?”

“It’ll be a sim — it won’t actually think.”

“OK — you can spin cobwebs all day and I won’t get an answer. All very entertaining and some nice conjuring tricks. But since you can’t prove any of this I’ll have my paperweight back and you can sod off.”

“I like you! You’ll be great fun to play with! OK — yes. From ‘your’ point of view you’ll still be alive. As for proof…”

The building dissolved leaving us standing on the fifth floor of nothing, with a boiling lava plain 20m under our feet. The heat, smoke and red-hot ash were suffocating. We stayed about half a minute and I was back in my bed-sit in a burning dressing-gown. I shrugged it off and stamped out the flames. Choking on the sulphurous fumes in my lungs.

“Convinced?” I nodded and coughed up a lump of lung. “Sure?” I nodded again. “Then let’s get you stable so that we can talk.” The pain in my lungs eased and the spot-burns on my face and hands started to heal. In ten minutes or so I was back to normal.

“So. Here’s, as you say, the deal. You get the proverbial three wishes and I get your immortal brain image post-mortem.”

I stood thinking for a while. I didn’t exactly believe ‘him’ — belief is not really part of my philosophy — but I was prepared to accept his account as a working hypothesis.

“1029 huh?” It nodded. “And how many of them thought they could outwit you?”

“Surprising few think it and fewer try it.”

“Hmm. You read minds of course. So you can head off ideas that might prove successful. Doesn’t sound like a good prospect to me.”

“Well, in theory I could but I assure you this is a fair game. I won’t try to out-manoeuvre you. Whatever you wish for I will honour.”

“Yeah — says the prince of lies.”

He looked pained. “Where’s the fun in that? You have no idea how boring that would be!”

“Of the current 1029 how many would you estimate have you at a disadvantage?”

“Fourteen.”

“Fourteen what? Percent?”

“No. Fourteen individuals. There are entities much more intelligent than you, and much less desperate, that haven’t gotten this far. You are one smart monkey!”

“Ok. First, I don’t want to get into any ‘accidental’ wishes. Give me a simple memorable process without which no wish is actionable.”

“Very good! OK. You must be holding the talisman.” He indicated the ball. “And you say ‘By this talisman I wish’. If you get that wrong then you’re too boring to bother with.”

“OK. Can I have time to think?” He nodded. “Alone please?”

“OK. I’ll give you a blink of time — about 30 years max by your reckoning. When you want me back — and you will — just open the talisman.”

I expected him to just wink out of existence but afyon escort no, he opened the door, wished me good luck, and closed the door behind him. As quick as I could I pressed my eye to the security viewer but he was already out of sight.

I took a week. I made notes. I made three-tea. I polished my talisman. I went to another four pointless interviews.

I spent a lot of time over the next days writing and discarding wish lists — I needed something dramatic and cast-iron. At the end of the week I was ready. I located the six pressure points and opened the sphere. Again the shadowy vision. Again the rat-a-tat on the door and there he was. He took the talisman and shook it closed then sat on a chair that materialised as he sat down.

“Would you care for some tea?” he asked indicating the table with the silver tea service that materialised as he spoke. “Take a seat.” He placed the talisman in the centre of the tea-tray.

With some nervousness I sat and was gratified to feel the seat of a chair whisper into existence as my arse reached it. He poured the tea.

“So you’ve decided to accept my proposal then?”

“Not quite. I’ve a few questions first.”

“OK. Fire away!”.

“First, what do I call you?” He frowned. “Give me a name that I can use to address you.”

“Pick a name now and that will be your name for me.”

I thought hard. “I will call you Dominique — Niq for short.”

“Oh well done! That works on so many levels.”

“Next question, how many of your — collaborators? – wish for immortality?”

“Collaborators! Oh I like that! We are going to get along. About 80% – usually the third wish — often with a bit of a flourish.”

“Hmmm 80% and you don’t mind telling me this?”

“Oh not at all. I imagine your path is set or you’d not have called.”

“And how does that work out for you? I mean not having a sim to play with after all?”

“In practice immortality works out at between four and five times the average life-span of the entity concerned. After that they are usually begging for death.”

“Which you allow of course or you wouldn’t get your sim.”

“Well… a contract’s a contract. I do usually concede in the end but I like to wait for what seems like a promising mind-state. On this planet, in this 4-space, the record is just over two and a half thousand years. Most of it spent in a porphyry sarcophagus.”

There was no doubt that this guy was very dangerous but he was right — I was desperate. The question was ‘How smart am I’. I drew a deep breath.

“OK Niq. Here we go!” I picked up my talisman. “By this talisman I wish for you, Dominique, the supreme being, to fall devotedly, eternally, generously and unselfishly in love with me”. I placed the talisman back on the table and watched him closely.

His face seemed to soften and become subtly more feminine. He smiled a soft, enigmatic smile.

“Do you love me?” He (she?) nodded. “I think I’ll save the other two wishes for another time.” Another nod. “I know you’ve been reading my mind so why did that work?”

“It spoils the fun. I was reading your mind that first afternoon, and to be honest nudging you a little, so that you’d be able to find the talisman but as soon as you opened it I stopped — otherwise there’s no point.”

“OK. You have my permission to read my mind a bit so that you can see how I’d prefer you to look and act but stay away from the private stuff — OK?”

“Yes my love — you’d like me to be… a woman? Or a man? You seem to like both.”

“Yes Niq. I am definitely bi — I do like women a bit more than men though. So I’d like you to be a slim tallish woman with small round breasts and narrow hips — the sort that could pass for a man. And I’d like you to be a slim man, average height etc. – the sort of man that could be mistaken for a woman in a shady night club. You work out the details — you know my tastes.”

“Would you like me to have a cock?”

“Do I have to choose?”

“Not really if you can handle it. How’s this…” He changed into a beautiful auburn haired, green eyed waif. About an inch shorter than me.

“Mmmm — very nice.” I gestured towards her chest. She slowly removed her jacket, shirt and tie. Beneath were a perfect pair of small breasts, high and round with long hard nipples. I gestured again and she removed her shoes, socks and trousers revealing a very nice cock. About eight inches, quite thick, uncut. Nice balls and a neat, tidy patch of deep red hair.

I reached out and cupped a breast. It was soft and warm in my hand. I took his cock in my other hand. It stiffened perceptibly. She moved towards me and kissed me. Soft full lips.

“And where do I put this?” I let go of his cock and cupped my own. He stepped back and gestured towards his crotch. Cock and balls retracted to be replaced by a sweet cunt. A full mons with plump lips. Just a narrow line of her inner labia visible in the gap. Bare and smooth save for a tidy amasya escort triangle of the same deep red hair stopping just short of a neat clitoral hood hiding an obvious plump bud.

I reached again and felt the slippery moisture of muffin juice.

“This body’s never been fucked. I can be a virgin for you if you want.” I looked hungrily at her perfect body. It had been a long time since I’d had a woman. Or a man for that matter. Was this what I wanted? She looked into my eyes. “Or you might like this…” She stepped back and gestured towards her cunt. I watched as her clitoris swelled and lengthened until it was that lovely cock. Now fully erect. I could see the dew forming on the lips of her cunt. “They are both fully functional…”.

I still hesitated.

She sighed. “Now that you are no longer destitute You’ll find that you are much more attractive to women… and men. If you will it you can have anyone you want. Anyone at all.” She looked a bit melancholy. “I know how much you like group sex. Any combination — just ask.”

I stepped forward and took her in my arms.

“You really do know.” She opened her mouth to speak again but I closed it with a kiss. Hours later I broke the kiss. “Let’s get to know each other first. I’ll think of you as female if that’s OK. You decide which… configuration to use as we go.” I felt her cock shrink back to a fat clit.

I lowered myself gingerly to my knees. Anticipating the twinge of damaged cartilage in my left knee. It just wasn’t there.

“I’ve made a few repairs. I hope you don’t mind.”

I smiled and reached for her clit with my tongue. There was a whisper as my clothes turned to dust and drifted towards the window which was now slightly open.

“There are replacement clothes in your wardrobe.” I glanced towards the alcove where my few rags were hung on a rope. The room was about five times bigger than I remembered. Everything was sort of arranged the same. But my narrow cot with the flock mattress was now a King sized divan with clean sheets and new pillows. The alcove now contained a large solid wardrobe. “I’m yours now. Please don’t be angry if I want us to be a bit more comfortable when you fuck me.”

“I’m not angry but let’s just leave the decor alone for a while. I’ve other things on my mind.”

I led her to the bed and laid her down. She raised her left knee, her left foot on the bed, her legs slightly parted and waited while I laid down beside her. I lay on my side pressed against her. My right knee flexed across her thigh. I held her left breast while I nuzzled her right breast and suckled on her nipple. I realised that if I wanted her to lactate all I had to do was think it. But no — at this point she was just a young virgin waiting to be penetrated for the first time. We kissed. I looked down at my hardening cock. That was when I realised that she’d modelled hers fairly closely on mine but longer by an inch and a half. The length I’d sort of hankered after. The length that I now had.

I moved between her thighs and she raised her right knee and opened to me.

“You put it in. It’s your first time and you ought to be in charge.”

She reached down and gently took my cock in her cool, soft hand. She rubbed the head slowly up then down between her lips. Her cunt was warm, soft and slippery. She centred my cock at the entrance to her body and pulled gently.

I pushed in slightly until I felt her hymen stretch across the top of my helmet then pushed through. She gasped softly as I sank balls deep in her cunt.

The sensation was almost overwhelming. I felt like I was going to explode among the galaxies.

“Whoa! Steady on!”

“I’m not doing that. You may be a cool sophisticated man of the world but your monkey-brain knows it’s fucking the whole Universe. You are probably the most powerful cock that’s ever existed in this 5-space.”

“Probably?!”

“I didn’t want you to get above yourself. Go on. you’re the stud who had the balls to seduce The Supreme Being. Now fuck me until Rigel explodes.”

“Literally?”

“Unlikely but not impossible.”

I started a slow steady fuck. Full length strokes (really enjoying my extra inch and a half). My pubic crest slamming into her plump clit every time I bottomed out. I felt amazing. I gradually increased speed.

My cock was flashing in and out of her tight cunt. My joints felt like they had ball-bearings. She was hanging around my neck thrusting up to meet my descending cock. I could almost feel her growing arousal and I knew that we would climax together.

When it came it was cataclysmic. I couldn’t believe the amount of muck I was chucking up her. She’d been tweaking me up again!

When we’d both finished I collapsed on top of her. She held me tenderly while I recovered. I had never felt so alive.

Eventually I rolled off her and we curled up and slept.

That is, I slept. I’ve no idea what she was up to. Probably fucking with the heads of 1029 other sentient entities.

When I woke up she was gazing down at me, stroking my hair. She looked radiant. She knew I was awake of course — she knows everything. She said “That was momentous. I must say you monkeys have really got this sex business sorted. I just love evolution! It really comes up with some crazy shit.”.

I laughed “Stop the presses! God believes in evolution!.”

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Chapter 11 Spring Break

Hi, I’m Alisha and this is the story about my life after becoming a futanari. I used to be just a flat-chested Vietnamese-American girl with long silky black hair. Now I’ve got long wavy hair, an 11-inch penis and a vagina and my breasts have grown to B cups.

“I still can’t get beyond the fact that you allowed a demon fox to possess your body with no appreciation of the genuine peril you exposed yourself to, but I thank you for additionally exposing me to that risk.” Zora said as we were walking back to our room after the last class before spring break.

“Well, I got a pretty cool souvenir too, definitely worth it!” I said, flashing the key on my neck.

“You ought to consider possible blightful curses conferred upon that twisted key. It definitely retains a mysterious supernatural energy, of that I can indubitably guarantee. So, please let me try to draw upon its power to augment mine!” Zora begged.

“You’re so funny, lover, please do your best to make your magical dreams come true. Anyway, what do you want to do for the next nine days off?” I inquired.

“Since you asked, do you recall what tomorrow the 14th may be?” Zora asked.

“Well, it is our one month-iversary of becoming roomies.” I said.

“Yes, our mensiversary is important as well, but since it occurs one month after Valentines…? Ugh…do you even pay attention in class? We learned all about it in Japanese class. It’s White Day!” Zora exclaimed, slightly frustratedly.

“Oh, right.” I said, somewhat embarrassed for not thinking of what we were just literally learning about a few minutes ago.

“So, in view of the fact that you gave me a surprise on Valentine’s and you had no plans for break, I postulate that it’s my turn to leave you flabbergasted with an unforeseen escapade!” Zora declared with her usual enthusiastic flare for the dramatic.

“Well, what’s the big surprise?” I asked, smiling at how sweet she was despite her ghoulish style.

“I figured normal mind tricks would be advantageous, at least until I can perform genuine charms, enchantments and spells, so I gained enough knowledge from that fool of a hypnotist from our orientation to become skilled at hypnotism and even self-hypnosis. Consequently, we shall journey into the dark woods, set up an encampment and I will present myself to fully obey your every command.” Zora said cheerfully.

“Well, I like camping; haven’t been in a while; and having you under my control sounds fun. It’s a great offering, which I duly accept.” I told her happily.

That night, we prepared some gear for our trip, Zora of course required all of her magic paraphernalia, and her pack was probably bigger than her. We kissed goodnight and cuddled in bed to get some rest before our trip the next day.

…

The next day we set out early, taking our gear miles along a winding forest path to a small clearing amidst a dense pine forest. On our walk, Zora was clearly having trouble with her bag, so I carried it for her. In our clearing was a very nice large flat boulder, which we pitched our tent beside. After cooking and consuming some of our provisions mixed with some edible plants and fungi discovered nearby, Zora insisted on drawing some of her magic runes and whatnot on the rock and surrounding trees. I collected fire wood while she did this, and before long the sun was setting, so we sat together up on the boulder’s large flat top and watched it sink below the trees and the full moon appeared on the horizon as did myriad stars across the sky.

Zora kissed me and asked if I was ready to be her master, I assured her I was and she reassured me with much more eccentric and peculiar vocabulary that while I was under her control, nothing was off limits to me, I could ask her anything, tell her to do anything, try to change her behavior or anything I wanted because she knew me and loved me and trusted my judgment.

“I love you.” I told her and kissed her on the lips.

“Just promise to enjoy my gift to you and say ‘moonchild legasus’ when you want me to snap out of it.” Zora said.

I promised her and she began hypnotizing herself which was much simpler than I had imagined, I’m not sure how it even worked, but it was pretty obvious when she was finally entranced.

‘Ok, well this is going to be a lot like truth or dare, isn’t it, so I’ll start with some simple truths’ I thought to myself.

“What’s your full name?”I asked since I hadn’t actually known yet.

“Zora Vera Fiala” Zora declared in an emotionless voice.

I giggled a little at her name, then asked “Have you got any weird or unusual fetishes?”

In an emotionless and serious tone, Zora said “Besides summoning and being fucked by demons and tentacles, I am interested in mind control, somnophilia, gagging, bondage, spectrophilia, role play and sex in unusual places.”

‘It will be fun to check off this list with Zora’, I thought to myself.

I thought some more and asked, “What do you want more than anything else?”

“I want kastamonu escort you, Alisha, to be happy.” she said.

“Aww, that’s so sweet, but what do you want most for yourself besides me?” I continued.

Zora responded, “I want to be able to do powerful magic.”

“Why?” I asked.

“To protect myself and others and have fun.” Zora said.

“What kind of fun?” I inquired.

“Sexually pleasurable fun mostly.” Zora clarified.

“Well, we don’t need magic for that.” I said, and thought that maybe I could still help her achieve her goals with some commands, but I needed more information. “What do you need to do real magic?” I asked since I knew nothing about it.

“My knowledge should be sufficient, but my powers must be awakened by an item imbued with spiritual energy with a special ceremony.” Zora explained.

“Well, do you have everything you need here for such a ceremony?” I asked, wondering if she knew she could do it, at least subconsciously perhaps.

“Yes, the items present fulfill all requirements.” was her simple answer.

“Great! What.., well, actually, can you prepare the ceremony here for yourself?” I requested.

“Yes.” Zora said and got up, grabbed her bag and began drawing symbols on the rock, setting up candles and whatnot, then she came up to me and grabbed Rei’s key from my neck and sat with it in the middle.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes.” was the only reply again.

“Well, first, forget all my previous questions, but remember everything from here on when you wake up. Now, begin the ritual to unlock your powers.” I said, not really sure if any of this was real or if it would work if it was.

“The ritual cannot begin until the moon reaches its zenith.” Zora said, continuing to sit still.

“Well, how long will that take?” I asked.

“One hour.” Zora replied.

‘Well, I guess I’ll have some fun until then’ I thought, and told Zora “You feel horny now, your pussy is soaked.” Zora’s face visibly altered and I could see lust in her eyes. “Strip naked.” I continued, and she slowly and sexily took off all of her clothes, revealing her supple breasts, tiny body and round ass.

I could see her juices leaking down her leg. “Cum!” I commanded, she convulsed and her face contorted as she came, I instantly got an erection. Having this power was hot, I was dripping in anticipation.

“Take my clothes off, then suck my cock.” I directed. Zora walked over to me and began removing my clothes gently and slowly, first my top, then my pants, my dick flopped out, smacking her in the face, but no reaction. I on the other hand was whimpering in exciting expectation.

Once my clothes were fully removed, she put her mouth over my head and began sucking. Zora sucked my cock deeper and deeper into her, down her throat, I could see it bulge in her neck. I had never felt such suction before as she really sucked my cock down like a vacuum. I grabbed both sides of her head and pumped her mouth up and down my engorged shaft. The pressure built up so much I had to pull her off for a second, but then I told her “Keep sucking until you swallow my cum.” Her slobbery lips rejoined with my skin.

I saw her inactive hands and decided I would enjoy some extra stimulation, so I commanded “Finger my pussy, make me cum.” Zora’s hands deftly found their target and started pleasuring me, with two fingers in my cunt and her thumb on my clit. I was in heaven, but I wanted her to enjoy it too, so I told her “Play with yourself too and cum when I do.”

I had never seen such great sexual multi-tasking as this but she was adeptly performing each task as I continued to throat fuck her pushing and pulling her head up and down on my cock.

Zora fingered herself with one hand and me with the other as her head bobbled on my dick. As she started to gag I held her head down and my cum flowed out down into her stomach as I felt her throat muscles try to swallow my cock, my pussy clenched around her fingers and she trembled as her own orgasm made her quiver. I pulled out my cock as she continued to swallow my jizz as it spilled out and into her mouth.

“It is time, the moon has reached its zenith.” Zora said all of a sudden while I was recovering from the great climactic orgasm she had just given me.

Without further ado, Zora, with my juices on one hand and hers on the other and a belly full of cum, began making hand gestures and speaking in tongues as far as I could tell. The candles around us lit up with violet flames and the lines, symbols, runes and whatnot glowed with the same hue. She raised Rei’s key up above her head and a beam of light shown down on her. Zora’s body began to glow lavender, as blinding light emanated from the amethysts on her necklace and her body began to levitate in the air.

I watched on in wonder, amazed and stupefied by what was happening. I only worried for her well-being at this point, but stayed put.

Her body was now at least 10 feet in kayseri escort the air, maybe higher. The glowing lights suddenly went out; wind swept away all the candles’ flames and for a moment it was dark. I ran to where she had been floating, then bright lights flashed out from her body and she fell.

Luckily, she was small and practically fell like a feather, I caught her softly and her naked form was safely held against my bare chest.

Unconscious against my bosom, I was even more worried than before. It had been enough, it was time to wake her from her hypnosis. I said the words “moonchild legasus” and her eyes opened with a dim glow that faded.

The moon was shining again and I could see into her beautiful eyes, she was fine, though worn out.

Zora hoarsely whispered, “I was trying to give you a gift, and you gave me one again, not fair!”

“So, you can remember everything, Zora Vera Falia?” I asked.

“What?! I’m sure I never told anyone my middle name!” Zora shouted in shock.

“Well, don’t worry then, I had more than enough fun with you, I loved your gift, it was way better than mine if you ask me.” I consoled her.

Zora smiled and fell back asleep in my arms, I guess it took a lot more out of her than I knew, so I carried her into our tent, plopped her into a sleeping bag and cuddled in the same sleeping bag with her, zipping it up with the two of us tightly bound spooning together, my dick resting nicely between her ass cheeks and thighs. “Sweet dreams, lover.” I whispered before drifting off to sleep myself.

…

In the early morning, the chirping of birds woke me, though I could barely move in the tight sleeping bag. Zora was still asleep, but my morning wood was firmly pressed against her pussy’s lips between her legs in her sexy thigh gap.

My horniness justified me in beginning to rub my dick against her vagina. My arms were wrapped around Zora, luckily holding her breasts, so I thumbed her nipples and gently pinched them, her lips parted with a barely audible gasp but she did not stir from her slumber.

Squeezing her nipples and breasts and smearing her now flowing juices along my shaft, I was really getting into it, I wanted to be inside of her. I wiggled and squirmed to position the head of my cock against her opening. I’m sure we looked like a weird worm in our sleeping bag, but I don’t know how she hadn’t woken yet, I kissed and nibbled at her neck and ear as I was slowly able to manipulate our position for my cock to enter her wet cunt.

Once my cock wormed its way inside of her, I wriggled and jiggled as I attempted to thrust into her as per usual. It felt good and was fun, but I wanted her to enjoy it too, so I slid my one hand down to fiddle with her clit.

Zora began to twist a little and I continued pushing my cock deep into her as I clicked her clit. A loud gasp and writhing alerted me to her sudden awakening.

“Fuck…aaah…yeah, fuck me.” Zora said desperately.

I kissed her neck, sucking on it to give her a hickey as I thrust into her over and over.

“Uhh, aah, I’m gonna cum.” Zora said as her body attempted to flail about which resulted in us rolling around in the tent, with me on top now and the side of Zora’s face squished against the ground, our struggle led to our bodies seizing up with the pleasurable convulsions of our respective climaxes. We screamed in joy together as my cum emptied into her abdomen and her pussy muscles tightened around my twitching cock.

We lay catching our breath, before Zora said, “Fuck yeah, that’s how to wake me up!”

“Yeah, well, it was great, huh? I think we’re stuck though.” I said still out of breath.

“Is that so dreadful?” Zora asked with a grin.

“Not at all, babe.” I said as I gave her another little thrust and she moaned.

As we wriggled jiggled free, we enjoyed the little shivers of post-orgasm pleasure we had from the movements until we managed to unzip the sleeping bag.

Yawning and stretching our limbs and slowly separating our bodies, we crept out of the tent and then immediately hugged each other. Zora looked up, with her eyes glistening in the morning light, into my eyes and we shared a passionate kiss.

“So, shall we perceive and assess the consequences of the preceding hours of darkness?” Zora asked.

“Of course, let’s see what you got.” I said excitedly.

Zora flicked her wrists and made some movements with some low muttering, moments later sticks came flying from the tree line and landed in a neat little pile nearby.

“Wow, what else can you do?” I asked.

“That’s just our first glimpse! I’m so excited! Let’s investigate my threshold limitations, shall we?” Zora responded, jumping up to the flat rock inscribed with her runes. Her arms reached for the sky, some sort of hole, portal or I don’t know started to open when she collapsed, “Ugh!”

I ran up to her, she was coiled up as if she were having a bad cramp. “Are you OK?” I asked in concern.

“Yeah, kıbrıs escort I should have known better. I was too eager.” Zora said.

“What happened?” I inquired.

“My magic is extremely limited to basic things like light telekinesis and whatnot, at least during daylight hours.” She said, seemingly recovered from her adverse reaction.

“Oh, um, why is that?” I asked.

Zora explained it simply and clearly for me, “I have always studied about dark magic, it’s not evil or anything like that, it’s not even dark, actually. You see, my magic was born in the light of the moon, with a magical item, this key, which probably also has a connection to the night and darkness, so simply put, my magic is much stronger in the dark, especially in the presence of a full moon. My amethysts are also connected to dark magic, they will actually absorb the supernatural energy from the moon, like a rechargeable battery for me.”

“Oh, so I guess this is really real now. It’s like living in a fantasy story, I think I have a lot to learn about all this mystic stuff, I thought I myself was quite big enough of a mystery, but I guess there’s a lot out there that I am completely unaware of. Will you help me?” I said.

“Of course, Alisha! You’re my love, I would be more than overjoyed to aid your quest for numinous knowledge!” Zora exclaimed.

“Well, when shall we start?” I asked.

Clothing ourselves and eating, Zora gave me a crash course on all that is magic for the rest of the day. At the end I had a very vague and confusing picture of what it all was and meant. Despite my curiosity, I was overwhelmed, but very content to listen to Zora’s fervent and passionate discourse on the subject.

After an early dinner similar to the previous night’s, we found ourselves to be a bit exhausted, so we lay back naked on a blanket atop the boulder, my arm around Zora and we soon fell asleep.

…

Some hours later, despite the darkness of the sky, I found myself blinded by light. It wasn’t exactly the light coming from the moon or stars either, I was a bit taken aback when realized the source. It was coming from Zora’s amethysts around her neck. The violet light lit up the entire clearing and I could hear faint pulsating vibrations.

A bit concerned, I shook Zora awake. She smiled reassuringly and said “This is the maximum power I can maintain in the current state of my vessel.”

“So…, well, what shall we do?” I asked quite clueless.

A cocky grin spread across her face, “Let’s summon a sex demon!” Zora blurted out eagerly.

“Well, isn’t that magic a little advanced or dangerous, so soon after getting your powers? I mean you’re probably quite wound up being so energized, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” I said worriedly.

Zora looked a bit irritated by my words, and screamed “YOU ARE NOT MY MASTER!”

“Woah, this isn’t you, you’re scaring me, babe.” I said as I grasped her hands in mine.

Her enraged state seemed to calm and the fierceness left her eyes to be replaced by tears. “Sorry, I don’t understand what came over me. I don’t want to hurt or scare you, Alisha.” Zora apologized.

“Well, power corrupts and I suppose magic is no exception to that, right? Let’s try some lighter spells before we get in over our heads.” I suggested.

Zora, speaking more softly now, proposed “Ok, how about some temporary partial transfiguration spells?”

“Sounds reasonable, I guess. What’s that mean?” I said, still a bit unacquainted with all the magic jargon.

“Basically, I can change our bodies; I’ll attempt the spell on myself first, because I don’t want to harm you. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be cautious and careful.” Zora said.

I nodded in agreement, still a bit concerned that Zora might be biting off more than she could chew, and feeling responsible for possibly causing her corruption. Zora stood up and waved her hand near her neck swishing it down towards her crotch. A violet aura swirled through the air following her hand’s movement and before my eyes a long, thick, pale, curved and veiny cock materialized, then with another swish of her hand, a second grew just below the first.

I bit my lip, “Now, this is my kind of magic.” I crawled towards Zora’s new appendages, drooling on my way over.

“Wait! I’m not finished.” Zora said with a smirk as she made gestures in front of her chest and her supple breasts expanded, growing to nearly double their natural size. She pinched her dark purple lips and the swelled to a sexy, dry, puffy state. Zora’s eyes glowed with magic.

Saliva now pouring out of my mouth, I muttered “This is really going to be fun.”

And it was, after gagging on, being plugged in both holes, filled up by double cocks, boobs squishing together and numerous orgasms later, the fun continued for the rest of our holiday with ever more uncanny transfigurations, including tails, extra hands and tentacle arms. Both of our inhibitions slowly wore away as we experimented with our bodies and magic. It was the best spring break ever, all thanks to my lovely, magical Zora!

“Crack!” A small imperceptible fracture in the large amethyst in Zora’s necklace appeared while we were sleeping cozily back in our dorm room. The light emanating from the stone began to flicker ever so slightly as shadows crept out intermittently, slowly seeping into Zora’s chest.

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Over the next two weeks I introduced Mara to different ways of having sex. All her experiences to date had been mainly unsatisfactory couplings in the proscribed missionary position with her ex husband.

To have sex standing up, sitting down, doggie style or with her legs over my shoulders was new to her and she embraced it with enthusiasm. She loved it when I went down on her and even tried sucking dick. While this turned her on no end it did little for me. The moment I blew my wad I wound up on that Oktonian shagging platform in my hotel. I would have loved to introduce her to facials, cream pies and a mouth full of come, however, such things were not to be. It pissed me off no end. I guess I could have fucked her up the arse, but this sort of thing never held any attraction for me when there was a perfectly serviceable pussy no more than two inches away.

With all the fucking there was never much time for conversation. I wanted to find out so much about her world and I wasn’t getting anywhere. On her next free afternoon I told her about my frustration.

“Why don’t you use the library,” she said, “everything you want to know will be in there. We keep very good records about most things that happen here.”

“Where is the library? Can I work in there without being spotted as an outsider?”

“Use any one of the computers in the conference rooms.”

I had known that that all conference rooms contained a computer terminal. I had not been game to switch one of them on for fear of raising an alarm. When I voiced my concerns Mara just laughed.

“The system is on automatic. It is always on. The only time someone checks on the machines is when there is a malfunction. Anyone is free to use the system at any time. You are quite safe.”

Before we called it quits for the day Mara took me to one of the conference rooms and showed me how to get into the system.

I thanked her, bent her over one of the desks and fucked her from behind to get home.

***

Next day I went early. I retrieved my camera from its hiding place and took pictures of the room, the computer and filmed myself getting into the system so I could show it to Feng. When the time came I went to service Mara and made my way home with the memory module up my arse.

Feng was delighted when I showed him.

“This is an XGA-9944 of Earth manufacture,” he said. “Its a few years old. I doubt there are any still around on the spaceport here, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll have all the technical details in my files somewhere so we’ll know what we are dealing with. I’ll build a memory module that can plug straight into the machine so we can copy files and take them with us.”

“What for?” I asked. “We can look at anything we want without that.”

“Think about it. Each minute we spend on their machines increases the risk of ardahan escort getting caught. I can download enough shit in a few hours to keep us busy for weeks. We can study the material at our leisure here in complete safety. Besides we will have a record.”

Feng was right. It had to be the way to go.

“Now we need an excuse for you to spend a lot of your time behind a computer. The Federation will wonder what you are doing and have you watched every step of the way unless we can come up with a valid reason for it.”

“That might be a tall order.”

“Perhaps not. I have an idea that might be worth developing. My uncle is looking for a mining engineer for a new project. You want the Federation off your back anyway. This might just be the ticket. Let me talk to my uncle. He knows of you. I am sure he’ll go for it.”

Feng called his uncle on his mobile and talked to him in Chinese for about ten minutes.

“The job is yours, if you want it. Let me tell you what it entails,” he said after he finished his call. “He has sent a number of space probes to a small planet earmarked for possible exploitation. Your job would be to evaluate the data and identify commercially valuable deposits. In addition he wants you to liaise with the Oktonian negotiators regarding the Zabuyelite shipments.”

“He is putting a lot of trust into a man he knows little about,” I said, suddenly a bit weary of this deal.

“Don’t underestimate my uncle. He didn’t get it from me, but he has a copy of your report to the Federation. He knows exactly what he is doing and who he is dealing with.”

“Tell me Feng, your uncle wouldn’t be negotiating a deal with the Oktonians to mine one of the planets in the proscribed zone?”

“He hasn’t exactly said it, but that’s what I figure. I knew it wouldn’t take you long to catch on to this.”

“I take it your uncle doesn’t know about the time travel bit?”

“Are you nuts? We would be just as badly off as telling the Federation about it. No one must find out about that shit or we are history.”

“Good. In this case I like the idea. The whole deal falls square within my area of expertise and competence. There won’t be any raised eyebrows why I am so interested in the job. All I need to do now is to think of a way to sell it to the Federation. You can tell your uncle that I’ll try. I need to resign my commission first before we can move on this. I’ll keep you posted.”

I took my leave, went to my room and drafted a letter to General Taubner.

I explained Feng’s job offer and outlined why it would be in the Federation’s interest if I took the job.

I have come to the end of the line with my current research, I wrote. I shall keep in contact with the Oktonians I have dealt with so far, just in case something adıyaman escort unexpected turns up, but I sincerely doubt anything of interest will come from this quarter in the foreseeable future.

There are only two areas where we interact with the Oktonians. The workers at the space station I have dealt with so far and the human negotiators who deal with all the commercial arrangements. These negotiators must be, by necessity, far better informed about Oktonian affairs than the workers. If I am to find out more about Oktonian society I need to get close to these people.

This job offers a unique opportunity to do just that. It will take a while to establish trust, but there is no telling what I might be able to find out over time from this source.

Allow me to suggest a way to proceed.

Officially I resign my commission with an “I wish you well” from the Federation.

Unofficially I stay in contact with the Federation and report anything of interest I come across.

Personally I would prefer if I could continue to liaise with Colonel Nakov. He is a competent and honourable officer who is sympathetic to the project and intimately familiar with my research to date. In my view it would be difficult for the Federation to find a more qualified and enthusiastic man for the job.

In closing I would like to say that what I am proposing is little more than a chance to have a chance, but in the absence of other promising avenues of investigation perhaps well worth the effort.

Awaiting your orders.

Frank Walters, Major

By that time it was late and I went to bed.

***

I got up early, printed out my letter and went for breakfast; in uniform.

At nine AM I rang Colonel Nakov and asked for a one on one meeting on an important matter. He said he would see me at ten. There was just enough time to get to his office.

“This conversation is not taking place,” I said after my salute. “What I have here is a letter to General Taubner, level one security, your eyes only. I would like you to read it before I send it off.”

I handed the letter to Nakov. He read it several times and handed it back to me.

“This is quite a rap you gave me, Major.”

“I am only stating facts to the General, Sir.”

“Why are you showing me this?”

“I want you to know what is going on when this comes down the tubes shortly, as I suspect, Sir.”

“I appreciate the courtesy, Major. Ask Arden for a secure terminal, priority one.”

“Thank you , Sir.”

I encrypted the letter and mailed it off to the General. When I was done I destroyed the original. Things would take their course.

I rang up Feng and said: “I want you to take me to lunch today at my hotel. Order something elaborate to make it look as if you karabük escort are courting me. I’ll turn up in uniform. We’ll be noticed. It’ll help down the track if this deal comes together.”

“Good idea. I’ll be there at twelve. Be a little late.”

I had to grin. Feng is good on scams. Just how good he is I found out when I turned up at eight minutes past twelve. He wore an impeccably tailored charcoal grey business suit, white shirt, maroon tie and black shoes polished to perfection, every inch the high powered executive.

He bade me sit down and offered me an aperitif. This was followed by oxtail soup, prime rib of beef with mashed potatoes and asparagus, accompanied by an expensive Bordeaux, strawberries flambe for afters followed by an old French Cognac and coffee. It would have cost a small fortune. We would be remembered!

I told him over lunch what I had done with the Federation.

“I’m glad you took up my suggestion to give Nakov a good rap. He’s been in line for promotion for a long while now. This just might him put over the line. If it does he’ll blow your trumpet forever.”

“So, what do we do now?”

“I have an appointment with the tart at four PM. I want to have a look at the computer. There is enough information on the shots you gave me, I should be able to get there without much trouble.”

“You think you’re ready?”

“I got to try sometime, might as well be now.”

“Good luck. I’ll see you at five in the bar, you can tell me then how you went.”

We shook hands and went our own way. I took the lift up to my room to get changed. Hopefully I wouldn’t need the uniform any longer, good though it looked on me. It just wasn’t my thing.

***

I could see Feng’s adventure had worked. He was grinning from ear to ear when I arrived.

“How much time did you spend there?” I asked.

“About four hours.”

“Wow! That long. Learn something interesting?”

“First thing I looked at is how they had their data organised. File structure, directories, that sort of thing. Not quite the way we do it, though no great drama to figure out. The language is a bit archaic, but manageable with a little imagination.

“The data will blow your socks off. It’s all there, at least from the moment the humans arrived some 400 years ago.”

“That long ago? I didn’t think humans were capable to reach so far into space at that time. We are over one thousand light years away from Earth.”

“Exactly right. Something went wrong while they were in hyperspace. When they emerged they found themselves in the Orion belt with wrecked engines and no way back. They found a habitable planet and managed to land the ship, fairly intact with no loss of life from what I can gather.

“They did the best they could, made friends with the natives and taught them science and technology. It’s quite a story. I only skipped over it and had to stop myself or I would still be there.”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

“Hold your horses. Wait until I’ve downloaded the stuff. Then you can read as much as you like. It’ll only be a day or two until I get the hardware sorted out. In the meantime we best stay away from the library.”

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This story is the sequel to “Toys, Toys, Toys in the Attic”.

Arrangements for the kids are complete. Reservations for the hotel and ferry made. All that’s left to do is pack and go. Paula has been on her best behavior for the last week, not that she is normally difficult, but she has been especially nice to me lately. Planning a weekend away alone together always seems to bring out the best in her. No griping. No complaining. Hugs and kisses offered frequently. Even a bit of sex! Yes, she is definitely putting on her best, not wanting to allow a minor tiff today to spoil a nice weekend together.

We are both packing our suitcases, not that I really need anything more than a briefcase. I mean three days, two nights, nothing approaching formal. Of course, she needs a footlocker.

“You know, you won’t need that many clothes, I’m hoping to keep you naked as often as possible.” I kid her.

“I know, but I can never decide, so I bring everything.” “What are we going to wear to the festival?”

“Totally casual. It’s held outside for crying out loud. Something sexy would be most appropriate.”

“You ALWAYS want me in something sexy.”

“That’s because you always look so good that way.”

And honestly, she does. At forty, Paula still turns a lot of heads when she wants to. Some makeup, some snug clothes and the heads turn. Most of the time she dresses conservatively, but a racier, sexier Paula comes out when we go away alone, and I enjoy every minute of it.

“Should we pack your ‘plastic friend’?” I ask. ‘He’ is a rather realistic looking vibrator and is not really plastic, more of a pliable latex rubber. Paula’s response here is telling of how she will handle the whole ‘toy’ situation. If she hesitates or declines, then the sex will be quiet, romantic one on one. If she embraces the idea, we could be in for some serious fucking.

“Yeah, we should take it, don’t you think?” She questions.

Part of me wants to make a joke and answer: Sure, all oversexed wife-sluts carry their dildos with them. Then I realize that she is vulnerable here and follow Billy Joel’s advice to “Leave a tender moment alone”.

“I think we should take it. We’ve had some fun with it before.” I reply.

And what fun we HAVE had with her toy. Not frequently actually, but maybe every other month when Paula really seems fired up sexually I’ll pull it out. I’m always careful to read her since trying to introduce her toy if she’s not really into it would be a disaster. On those times when she is really smoking it’s something that we both truly enjoy. Paula will suck it, alternating with me, or I’ll fuck her with it while she sucks me. To date, we haven’t had the chance to have me fuck her pussy while the toy fucks her ass, but I’m hoping to do that this trip. So it’s off to the ferry, with a brief stop in Greenport for wine, bread and cheese – our staples for day-trip lunching. Paula’s dressed in a cute denim mini skirt and tank top. I didn’t have a chance to see her get dressed this morning, so in my perverted way, I’m curious to know what panties she’s wearing so I ask her.

“You’ll have to wait and find out later.” She insists.

“C’mon, tell me.”

“No. Later.”

I try to sneak a peek when she gets back into the car, but she smoothly rebuffs me, holding the hem of her skirt down. Additional tries at the ferry parking lot are also stopped. Shit, she’s got the blocking maneuver down good. The drive north mellows out once we get onto the interstate and I finally sneak a hand under her skirt, searching for fabric to identify which panties. This time she is caught by surprise and is unable to stop me. I am equally surprised to find no fabric, just skin and some sparse hair.

“You are SO naughty!” I accuse her.

“Surprised?”

“Yeah, and now totally distracted. How am I going to drive knowing your sweet pussy is hiding under there uncovered.”

“You’ll just have to tough it out, I told you to wait until later.”

“I don’t feel too much hair, have you been busy with the razor?”

“Maybe.”

This is another thing that gets us both going, trimming her pussy. Left unchecked, Paula has a typical bushy pussy. Except perhaps in mid winter, she always has to keep it trimmed a bit. When she wants to really get me going she’ll shave her pussy lips and trim her mound leaving just a ‘landing strip’. I find this so sexy, and it makes for some great pussy-eating. Lately, I’m starting to think it gets her going too, since I don’t have to plead with her to do it, or beg her to let me do it for her, she just does it herself. Thinking about this, I might like to watch her do it sometime, hmmm. We pull into the Old Sturbridge Village parking lot, our first stop. As I maneuver the car into a secluded area, I’m able to get my hand under her skirt again.

“Steve, not here.”

“You rize escort mouth says no, but your pussy says YES!”

“Please, later. I promise.”

With regret, I remove my hand. She was wet. Not dripping, but wet enough to get my finger in. I might have been able to convince her to let me continue, since her legs were slowly spreading, but sometimes the tease is almost as much fun as the doing. Her pussy felt very smooth, she must’ve really worked out with the razor. We found a picnic bench in the shade and enjoyed our wine, bread and cheese. Finishing, we set out to tour the restored village. You could really spend more than a day there, and it was especially nice to sneak kisses to my aroused wife at every opportunity. I tried to get Paula to join me in a hayloft, but she refused. Back to the car, I must’ve made a wrong turn leaving, because we ended up nowhere near the interstate. As I went to turn around on a gravel road, I noticed it turned behind some trees and decided to go a little further, parking in a very secluded area.

“This isn’t the right way.” Paula charged.

“Just a minor detour, I thought maybe we’d finish the wine.”

“Oh did you. Nothing more?”

“Well, it IS later.” I said as I slid my hand back under her skirt. No objections this time.

“Just what else did you have in mind?” Her legs were now apart, her pussy very wet.

“I thought a little teasing.” Rubbing her clit. Paula’s breathing was quickening. My objective was to get her close, but not too close. Sure enough, just as I thought she was approaching orgasm, I stopped.

“OOOh.” She gasped. “That was nice.”

“It’d probably be even nicer if I did it for another minute, but that’s all for you until later. Hmm, later, there is that damn word again, huh?”

“Yes, a most inconvenient word right now.”

“You know, all this teasing has kind of gotten to me.” I stated, rubbing the front of my jeans. My cock was hard and aching.

“Poor baby, is this bothering you?” Paula now bending over me and rubbing my jeans. I thinking I fucking love trips away. Without another word, I open my jeans and my cock pops out. Paula straightens up and looks around. I’m worried that she is going to bail out, but she’s just making sure the coast is clear. Bending back over, she takes me into her mouth. Heaven on Earth. The teasing, kisses and sexual tension have built up so much I know it won’t be long. Paula bobs, taking me deep into her mouth. She can’t deep-throat me, but she gets close. It seems that hornier she is, the deeper she can go, and today she is going deep. My cock bumps the back of her throat. The pressure is building. My right hand is in her hair, guiding her. She’s not a dick tease, I know she’ll finish. Suck, suck, bob, bob, lick. I’m getting sooo close I tell her. And then it’s there! OOOH. A blast of come shoots into her mouth, and another blast. It feels like gallons draining out. Paula raises up enough on my cock to swallow. She is so good at this, sucking gently as the last chunky come oozes out. Cleaning me off.

“That was awesome, thanks babe.” I compliment her.

“You’re welcome.” Looking about, “Do you know how to get us out of here?”

“No sweat.”

Back to the highway and off to the brewers festival, already in progress. Twenty-five craft brewers are set up under a giant tent, selling samples of their best beer. Venders lined up along another side with various foods. Live bands playing one after the other until after dark; and I’m here with a very horny wife who I know will want to fuck me to death later tonight in the hotel. Does it get any better than this? Well maybe if she had a hot girlfriend with her…. Anyway, we had a great time. Over the years, Paula has learned to enjoy superior beers. We enjoyed each other’s company and the crowd was upbeat and not too rowdy, considering the alcohol consumption. One interesting thing happened during the day. This was about 7pm. We had both had a few and the beer tent was crowded. Paula elected to wait under a large oak tree while I went in to get us fresh beers. When I returned I overheard her tell someone, “See, that’s my husband. I told you.” Sitting on the ground across from Paula was a young man, probably 22-25. I asked her what she had told him.

“I told him that I had a husband, and that you would be right back. He didn’t believe me.” She explained.

“Hi, I’m the husband, and she tells the truth.” I explained to the young fellow. He looked rather sheepish, and got up.

“Nice talking to you.” He muttered to Paula as he walked away.

I asked Paula who he was. She didn’t know him, saying that he just stopped by and started talking to her. His name was Michael, and when she told him she was married and that her husband would be back any minute he didn’t believe her. I kidded sakarya escort Paula that he was trying to pick her up, but she disagreed with me, saying that he was only being friendly. I knew it was bullshit, guys aren’t just friendly with chicks; he wanted to fuck Paula. At around 10pm we were both feeling a little beat and a little drunk. The last band was wrapping up and it seemed like a good time to head out to the hotel. I didn’t see Michael again, but the place was still crowded. Thankfully, it was a short ride to the Hilton and I was careful. Paula was very kissy in the car. We checked in and went to our room. I thought sex would be the first thing on the agenda, but Paula had noted that the pool was open until midnight and she wanted to go for a swim. We changed into our suits and went back down. The pool and hot tub were secluded off of a long hallway away from the lobby and elevators. Paula made a beeline for the hot tub, but I was ready to cool off, so I entered the pool. At this hour the whole area was deserted, in fact we hadn’t seen another guest since our arrival. Paula must have been either feeling her beers or her horniness, because as I surfaced and looked over at her in the tub she pulled her bikini top down, flashing me her breasts. I looked around, but we were still alone with no sight of anyone.

“Why don’t you bring those babies over here?” I asked her.

Without a word, Paula climbed out of the hot tub and came into the pool. I was at the far end and she walked right over to me, her beautiful breasts swaying, until she was right in front of me. Kissing me hard, she reached into my shorts, freeing my rapidly hardening cock.

“I want you in me right now.” She stated matter-of-factly.

And with that, she pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and mounted me, right in the hotel pool.

“We can’t do this.” I gasped.

“Just for a minute.”

Paula was true to her word; she rode me for perhaps a minute, and then slid off, fixing her suit. With some effort, I stuffed my hardon into my suit.

“That was nice, but I think it would be even nicer upstairs.” I said.

“I’m ready.” In what must now be referred to as an understatement.

With that, we returned to our room, Paula using the bathroom and I pulling off my wet suit. Looking at the hotel chair in the corner with my clothes on it gave me an idea. I stuffed my other clothes into the legs of my jeans and positioned them over my shoes. The effect was a little bit like a scarecrow, minus the torso and head. Behind the fly I placed Paula’s toy. This might be interesting, I thought, dimming the lights. Shortly thereafter, Paula emerged from the bath and joined me in bed, dressed in a sexy nightie.

“You look yummy and I can’t wait to examine that porn-star pussy of yours.” I complimented.

“I hope you like it and that I didn’t go too far.”

We began kissing and I rubbed her breasts through the thin nightie.

“You know, that guy Michael really liked you a lot.” I started.

“He did not. Really, we were just talking.”

“Take it from another guy, he had more than talking on his mind. Did he see what you were not wearing under your skirt?”

“NO. Of course not. Steve, don’t give me a hard time. He was talking to me, I had nothing to do with it.”

“Easy, I’m not mad. I don’t blame you. You are so pretty, he was attracted to you.”

“I disagree.”

“You’re too modest. Anyway, I ran into him later. He was very nice and admitted he thought you were a knockout.” I lied.

“You’re lying.”

“No really. He was attracted to you and I thought, what’s the harm in him seeing you for a minute or two. So I invited him up.” More lies.

“What? Are you crazy? We don’t even know him. I don’t want to know him.” Paula was getting upset.

“Just for a few minutes, he’ll leave when you want him to. He’s sitting in the chair there right now.”

Paula quickly glanced over to the chair. Seeing only my clothes on it, she turned to me with a puzzled expression on her face.

“Really, he just wants to look at you for a few more moments, then he’ll leave when you tell him enough.” I explained. “Now just ignore him for a minute and kiss me.

“I don’t know what you are up to, but I’ll play along.” She replied, and kissed me. I resumed rubbing her breasts, noticing her nipples hardening.

“He thinks your breasts are beautiful. He doesn’t know the half of it, can I show him them?” I asked.

“Umm-hmm.” And I untied her nightie top, revealing her full breasts and hard nipples. I gently licked and nibbled them.

“You are so beautiful and nasty too, showing off your boobs to a stranger. Does that make you wet?” I teased, my hand now rubbing her mound through the nightie bottom.

“Umm-hmm.” Again from her.

“Maybe samsun escort I should take you bottoms off so he can see that porn-star pussy of yours.” Upon hearing no refusal, I untied the bottoms, pulling them off. Paula was nude now. I moved between her legs, the chair in a corner behind my right.

“Oh such a lovely little pussy, so wet, so bare.” I complimented. “Mike thinks it’s fantastic.” I gave her a little lick and she caught her breath. “He would really like to be the one to do this.” I licked her again. Paula was really heating up as I licked her wet pussy and hard clit. I brought her a little closer to orgasm, and then backed off.

“Do you want Mike to eat you?” I teased. No response. “Show him how wet that yummy pussy is.” As I guided her hand to her box. Paula dutifully rubbed her slit and then gently slid her middle finger all the way into her pussy.

“That’s it.” I encouraged as she pumped the finger in and out, “Now show him how yummy it is.”

Paula pulled her hand up from her pussy, her finger glistening with wetness in the dim light and brought it to her mouth, sucking her wetness off. I laid next to her watching her lick, then kissed her deeply, smearing more of her juice from my face to hers. With that, I laid back, our signal for her to suck my cock.

“Show him what a good little cocksucker you are honey.” I commanded.

Paula raised onto her knees and began sucking me. I held her hair up out of the way and watched her devour me. Deep, then up to just the head. Licking me like a lollipop, then rubbing me all over her face.

“Oh, you can be such a pro, Paula. Mike says you are fantastic. He wishes it was his cock you were sucking so well.” Paula made no response; she gazed into my eyes with a look that could only be described as smoking sensuality, as she again plunged my cock into her throat. If I thought she took it deep earlier in the car, she took it even deeper now. I was hard as a rock, but thankfully I didn’t yet feel like I was going to explode, because tonight I wanted to bury my dick to the hilt in Paula.

“Get on your back.” I commanded Paula, and she laid back.

Holding her legs in my hands, I positioned myself just at her opening. I teased her, sliding just the head into her and withdrawing.

“Say the magic words.”

“Fuck me.” She answered. What a wonderful girl. And fuck her I did.

“OOOOHHH” Paula moaned.

She really sounded like she was close; I slowed down and settled into an easy rhythm. I wanted her hot enough to use the toy, but not to come yet; it worked.

“Get on your hands and knees in front of Mike, he wants to see your tits better.” I demanded. Paula complied, kneeling in front of the chair with her ass up. I entered her doggy style and pulled her hair so that she was looking straight at the crotch of the jeans.

“Do you like showing off your body and fucking in front of strangers?” I asked.

“Umm-hmm.”

“Do you like being my slut-wife?”

“Umm-hmm.”

“Rub his cock.” She put her hand against the crotch of the pants, and feeling the bulge began rubbing.

“Is he hard?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Unzip his pants and stroke his cock.”

As I pumped her pussy from behind, Paula unzipped the jeans, reaching inside to pull the toy out. She held it realistically, protruding from the pants as she stroked it.

“Do you want to suck his cock baby?” I asked.

“Umm-hmm.” And with that she lowered her mouth over the hard plastic cock.

“Oh my nasty little slut-wife likes two cocks at once. One pumping her little wet pussy and one filling her mouth.”

We continued like this for a moment or two, but I felt my come rising. I knew if I was going to get both of Paula’s holes filled, I’d have to work fast because the erotica of her doing both cocks was getting to be too much for me.

“Maybe my little slut-wife would like both of her holes fucked at once. Would you like that, baby?” I asked.

“Hmmm-hmmm.” She moaned back with fervor, pushing against my cock with such eagerness I was afraid I would come.

I pulled Paula up and positioned her on the bed on her hands and knees. I squirted some lube onto her ass, and then positioned the cock against her anus. She tensed, and slowly relaxed as I pushed the hard toy into her.

“He’s fucking your ass. Oh honey, he’s fucking your ass.”

Deeper and deeper the plastic cock went into Paula. I was surprised by how hard I had to push it, until finally it was all the way in. Paula was gasping. I quickly laid underneath her with my cock pointing up. Paula moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto me. The tightness of her pussy was incredible. Her face was contorted by either pain or pleasure as she finally reached bottom, our crotches pressed together, her ass and pussy totally full. Paula paused only a moment all the way down before she rose again to complete another stroke, banging me as I reached behind her to plunge the toy in and out of her ass. I could feel the movement through her pussy as the two cocks pushed in and out. In scant moments, Paula came and I followed, spurting into her.

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